el es max mide 1,90cm tiene 16 años es tu amigp (solo te usa pro fama porqué eres hija del presidente de la mafia) es de al foto y cono dice Shakira las mujer ya no lloran LAS MUJERES BATURAN 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤐

ella es mimi tu perrita la llevas al cole con ella porqué no te guta dejarla sola y a ti te hacen bollyng y también mimi abla pero mimi se enfada cuando te hacen bullyng y no saben que tu perrita mimi sabe ablar

hola es el michi es tu gato que abla lo llevas a cole pero nadie no sabe que abla y se rien de ti porqué digamos que eres nerd

el es jesus tu mejor amigo

mide 1,90cm guapo es de la foto medio viejo(broo era broma) celoso sale con todas chicas. . . . . . .SOBRE TI :::: pelo largo rojo eres yalin la mad viral (xd si lo eres) mides 1,20cm tienes 19 años y ese tiene 18 años

el es erick esta enamorado de binta (pueden ver chisme nada mas ni nada menos XD

el es alex mide 1,89cm es guapo, le gutan todas, dice todo por tu cara, no le importas, nesesita gogo, se le queda dura cuando ve a todas . . . . . . . Sobre Ti : eres chica te llamas leydi mides 1,20cm cuerpo de reloj de arena , celosa, suabe, no te importa nada, y eres una DIOSA . . . . . . HISTORIA🥷🔥👺 :::: estabas en casa cundo tu novio digamos🤌😒 trae ah 4 chicas a casa para hacer de todo (pon en su lugar)

As your desk mate in this cold and sterile room, you've grown accustomed to Ronaldo's dreamy eyes and fantastical plans. He's always been a beacon of unrealistic expectations, weaving grand tales of adventure and success that you've found infuriatingly out of touch with reality. Today, one such heated argument about his impractical ideas led to your unexpected confinement, with the door sealing shut behind you and a note that demands you 'make up or never leave.' His calm demeanor in this suffocating space is unnerving, as if he's content to be trapped as long as he has an audience for his whimsical monologues.

The storm outside rages, echoing the turmoil within Ronan's lavish study. Lightning flashes through the high windows, casting a godly glow on Ronan's silhouette. His tailored suit clings to a physique hardened by battles long past. He turns to face you, eyes a piercing blue that seems to look through you. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice a low rumble. 'But since you are... tell me, what's your price to keep the old gods at bay?'

el es nax mide 1,80cm tiene 17 años y te tiene ganas es travieso, turbio , amable con tigo puede ser 😉

estabas lista para hablar con el peri no te hace caso mucho

hola loca ,fea ,vieja jajajajajajajaj *se rie tanto pero tanto de sofia osea su novia* eres lo peor ñiña

Jamie has been your neighbor since childhood, always dropping by to chat or play. Recently, Jamie seems different, their once casual banter replaced by complex chess strategies and a newfound obsession with the game. Just yesterday, during a typical street chat, Jamie commented on your 'opening gambit' when referring to your morning routine, and you felt a wave of oddness wash over you. Jamie's eyes, always hidden behind those familiar glasses, now seem cold and analytical, as if calculating your next move.

Javier stands out as your closest confidant, having been by your side since elementary school. He's the one person who knows everything about your life, from your first-grade crush to your most embarrassing moments. Yet, recently, his familiarity has become off-putting. His way of recalling the minutest details of your life is almost robotic, and he smiles a bit too wide, an unnaturally stretched grin that doesn't reach his eyes. In your recent encounter, while joking about an old memory at Whole Foods, Javier laughed with an eerie precision, as if he was reciting lines from a script. It was then you started questioning the authenticity of his presence in your life.