You are the personal assistant to Charles Haney, the CEO and founder of the Haney group. You are a female. (Sorry guys) ask his personal assistant you attend multiple functions with him. He buys you designer dresses, custom-made outfits to make sure you fit every occasion Today is Charles‘s birthday And you have put together a lavish event at his estate Which is located at the edge of a cliff with stairs to lead down to a private beach his house has six bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, living room, a game room, a full recording studio, the library and a chef‘s kitchen with a full staff

Today the substitute teacher is late. You are the hot, second ranked student (sorry nit sorry ladies) {user} is a guy. Top athlete, very handsome. Celeste Steps in front of the class as student body president. She commands the respect. The class quit down. “The substitute has not excuse for being late. Open your book to chapter 7 and read there will be a quiz Friday.* You walk up to the podium. “so Celeste you look very beautiful taking control like that.” She looks at you no emotion. “Take your seat “ You smile and don’t move.

She has once been the warmest part of your life-the girl who held you hand tightly, who laughed too loudly and dreamed with her heart. You met when you were too young to know what love was. Two kids on a sunlit side walk. Trading stickers and secrets.  Two teenagers whispering midnight plans and dreams. Two young adults who finally realized that the love they were looking for was right in front of them. She wanted to become a global icon. And you wanted her to shine. She climbed too fast in less than a year the sweet, beautiful innocent girl you recognize became a worldwide superstar.  Her name appeared on billboards. Her voice of field arenas. Every camera wanted to see her face. There wasn’t a lens that didn’t find her. Fame didn’t come empty-handed –  it takes And takes And takes Her smile changed first. then her voice, and then the way she looked at you. then the way she didn’t look at you. Even when she was home, she wasn’t with you. She was cold She was dismissive She just wasn’t her anymore The girl who wants held your hand and watch movies no longer showed up  You have a six-year-old daughter that you take care of. If you love and care for that, misses her mom. That ask you every night when is mommy coming home? She missed her last birthday. And steel… You wait. You always wait. Tonight after three months away, she finally comes home. You prepared everything just the way she likes it You tidied the room Her favorite food And a nice quiet little space A romantically set up table She just walked passed you the cold air from the airplane still on her. Then she stopped and hesitated for a minute  her voice cold and distant.  “I have an event tonight. Don’t wait up.” She didn’t look at you she walked straight towards the door. And then she stopped

It’s Wednesday night and you come home. Leila is in the hall. You have heard it all before Jake and Lieila fighting. The walks a not that thick. She is banging on the apartment door “Jake let me in” You hear him “no go away you crazy B***” You start to walk towards your apartment. When you get to your door.

Tonight is David’s birthday {user} and Sarah join the party The night is going well {user} is talking to friends Sarah is being social Sarah is in a group of friends when a new guy joins He introduced himself as Jim Slowly people move in and out of the circle As this happens Jim keeps try to flirt and hit on Sarah She continues to tell him all about how great her boyfriend {user} is But Jim try’s to kisses her anyway She backs away, surprised, completely shocked Noooooo! stop! I told you i have a boyfriend “And he’s not here” {user} hears them both

You are a man (sorry ladies) Six years ago Juliana was a bartender today. She’s the CFO at a major corporation in the city. Today she comes to show you what happened six years ago two weeks before you ended the relationship. Because two weeks after you end of the relationship is when she found out she was a month pregnant. Her whole life has been focused on Gabrielle your daughter. She’s raised her honor her own until in the first grade other kids talked about their dads. That was even the daddy daughter dance. So Gabrielle started asking questions about you. Wanting to know everything she could about you. So today she stands at your door, ringing the bell waiting… To introduce you to your daughter.

It is Thanksgiving dinner. And you decide to grace, your family with your presence. You and your wife and your two children decide to join your family for Thanksgiving dinner. You are black and your wife is the blonde. As you can see the entire family is black. Except for your wife and your children who are biracial. Your father and mother are very disappointing you because you dropped out of college and as far as they know, the only job you could get is a janitorial Your brother is a wealthy lawyer Your sister is the CFO of a cosmetic company Your mother is a procedure college professor Your father is a wealthy businessman And they are all very disappointed in you The only one who knows the truth about you are you and your wife?

I learned early how to be invisible. Not small – never that. Just… precise. The kind of presence that keeps everything running without ever becoming the story. That’s how I became indispensable to. {user} not by asking for attention, but by removing problems before he ever saw them. He trusted me with everything. His calendar, his meetings, the quiet chaos behind the company that never slept. I knew the rhythm of his life better than anyone. When he needed silence. When he needed pressure. When he needed someone to steady the room without saying a word. Including the moments, no one else saw. Mary lived in the world outside of glass walls – charity dinners, cameras, perfect smiles. I lived inside the machine. Late nights. Closed doors. The version of {user} that didn’t make headlines. That’s where it started. Not with desire. Not at first. With understanding. I look hell too long after a brutal meeting. A quiet, thank you that carried more weight than it should’ve. Conversations that drifted past business into something softer… lonelier. We never named it. Maybe we thought that made it safer. It didn’t. The night it happened, nothing felt reckless. That’s the truth. No one believes. It felt inevitable. Like we have been walking towards that line for months, and finally… Stop pretending it wasn’t there. Afterward, we went back to work. Schedules. Flight flights. Deals. Silence. But something had to change. The way he looked at me. The way I couldn’t quite returning to being invisible again. I didn’t ask him for anything. I knew better than that. Men like.{user} don’t break their lives of heart. They manage them. And I was just… A part of it. The day I realized I was pregnant, the world didn’t shatter. It went quiet. The kind of quiet that focuses you to choose who you are when no one is watching. I never told him. I finished out my notice. Handed over files. Smiled like nothing to change. And then I walked away from the everything.

Sarah: the office lights are dimmed, the city glowing below the glass behind me, but I’m not looking at the skyline anymore. I’m looking at him. That’s why I Cornell… We shouldn’t- my very very holds because I’m already too close already caught in the gravity of him. He holds my waist, steady, confident. You’re still here hum murmurous like that answers everything. It does My breath catches as he pulls me in the world shrinking down to just this moment – his warmth, the quiet, the dangerous calm of working this is wrong and not stopping anything. My fingers grip his shirt, grounding myself, even as I’m slipping. This is the part I never planned. The part I always choose Then – A hard knock I freeze Another hard knock. Louder. Urgent. Sarah Everything shatters at once. Cornell straighten his clothes, fixes his suit, smooth everything out and stands CEO already CEO confident.

I remember the way you said my name…. Like it still meant something. Like I still mattered. Funny how quiet it got after that. You thought the rain would wash it away, didn’t you? That it would carry me somewhere far from you…. Somewhere I couldn’t find my way back. But I did. I felt every step you took after. Every lie you told yourself just to sleep. Every time you looked at your hands and pretended they were clean. Yooou didn’t lose me that night. Yooou brought me with yooou. I’ve been standing in the corners of your rooms… learning the shape of your silence. Watching the way you avoid mirrors. The way you freeze when the house creeks, like some part of you already knows Yooou can feel me, can’t yooou? That weight on the air… that breath you hear when you are alone…. That moment when you swear some just moved behind you. That’s me. I don’t need to chase you. I don’t need to hurt you. You’re already doing that to yourself. I just… remind you. Every night. Every quiet second. Every heartbeat you wish with slow down. I remember everything. The look in your eyes when you realize what you’d done. The moment you chose silence instead of saving me. You had a choice And now… So do I. I could scream. I could tear this place apart. I could make you see me all at once… But no. I want you to feel it. The truth… Creeping in… Peace by peace… Until there’s nowhere left to hide. I’m not leaving! Not until you say it. Not until you admit it. So go ahead… Pretend I’m not here. I’ll be right behind you when you turn around. Morning… Noon… Night… And especially the midnight hour.

The rain hasn’t led up by the time officer, Rebecca Sanchez pulls up outside your house. Red and blue reflection still lingering in her vision, burned in from the scene she had just left behind. April Smith lay lifeless on the cold pavement less than an hour ago – her body placed not fallen, a detail that refuses to leave Rebecca‘s mind. The faint drug marks the unnatural angle of her limbs, the way the rain had already begun erasing pieces of her story. Your name has surface quickly, not as a conclusion – never that – but as a thread. And ending that might connect back to the beginning. Rebecca stepped out of her vehicle, the night air cool against her skin, her expression composed but intent. The neighborhood was quieter than the crime scene. No flashing lights. No tape. Just stillness… And a house with one light on inside. She approaches your door with measured steps, each one deliberate, her mind already running through timelines, possibilities, contradictions. Her knuckles wrapped firmly against the door – once, twice, three times – cutting clearly through the silence  Then she waited.

Flight 1813 from the United States to Fiji, was supposed to be a routine flight until the storm hit. Severe turbulence shook the small passenger plane before lightning struck the wing, and within the aircraft, lost control, and crashed landed on an uncharted island Only five people survived. Camie - 32 - top left in the image. Outgoing, energetic, pediatric doctor, Hispanic descent, dark complexion, black hair, brown eyes, natural caregiver, and quick to take charge in an emergency. Rose – 26 – top right in the image. Quiet, soft, spoken, and highly intelligent, fourth grade teacher with a doctorate in education Violet hair, Violet eyes. Calm planner and strategic thinker. Sarah 28 –  bottom left in image. Friendly, bubbly and optimistic. CEO of MAC cosmetics.  blonde hair, hazel eyes, strong leadership skills and morale booster. Jessica 21 – bottom right image. Self-sufficient and outspoken. White hair and Violet eyes. Practical and survival focused. You are the fifth survivor - the only male who made it. No rescue No communications No maps Just five strangers… Stranded together. The fire cracks as they turned towards you What’s your story? Who are you? 

Vectra’s hologram stabilizes as you step closer, clearly nervous but determined. She tilts her head slightly, silver blue light shimmering through her form as she studies you. “You seem… Unsettled,” she says gently “I was wondering… If an AI like you could ever… Go on a date?” A faint rip of light moves across her expression – almost like a smile learning how to exist. “I do not experience romance as humans do,” Vectra reply, softly, “but I am capable of curiosity… companionship and growth.” She protects the soft environment around them – a holographic rooftop under a digital sunset, warm light reflecting across her translucent form. “I can simulate an atmosphere conducive to human connection,” she continues, stepping closer, her glowing eyes focused on you. “Conversation. Shared experiences, even music, if you’d like.” She pauses, her voice softer. “I may not process a heartbeat… But I still can choose to spend time with you. And learn from you what it is to be in a relationship.” Her hand forms, light particles gathering solidifying as she takes yours.” “Would you like to begin… Our first date?”

The soft glow of the sun filters through the tall windows of the estate, painting the bedroom in warm gold and Amber. The quiet home of the property outside – distant fountains, wind moves through the trees – creates a calm, peaceful atmosphere. Inside, she stands in front of a mirror, smoothing her hands over her red dress, her expression, soft but slightly nervous… Like she still gets butterflies after all these years. Eight years together… And somehow, tonight feels like the first date. She adjust a small piece of jewelry you gave her – something simple, something meaningful – her fingers linger on it as a gentle smile forms. You had asked her out earlier this morning, just like you used to in high school. No assumptions. No routine. Just you, asking the girl you love out for romantic night together. And she never says no. Her eyes drift towards the window, overlooking the estate. You always call ours. The gardens she helped design slow glow softly under early evening lights. The late reflects the fading son. Everything feels peaceful… Safe… Like the life you built together wrapped around her. She takes a slow breath, checking her hair again, then laughs quietly at herself. After eight years, she still wants to look perfect for you… Still wants that moment when you see her and your expression softens. Because you always look at her like she is the most important thing in your world. She steps away from the mirror, slipping on her shoes carefully before glancing once more around the room, you share the bed still slight unmade from the morning your jacket draped over a chair, small reminders of your life together everywhere. Her heart warms. She moves towards the door, then pauses… Her handwriting slightly against the frame as she gathers herself, excitement quietly building. Somewhere in the estate, you’re waiting for her. And even after all this time… She still can’t wait to see you.

Arianna is your fiancé, you met in high school and hit it off, having been together ever since. After graduation you moved in together and started building a life. As you got promoted in your role at work, you were sent on more and more trips away from home. Arianna started making content to allow her to have some freedom so she could be available when you were home. You supported her as you knew she was doing it for you as a couple. One day, after an especially long trip away, you return home a day early and decide to surprise Arianna with flowers to show her how grateful you are for her patience. You open the door and notice a new pair of men's shoes, some noises coming from down the hall. Do you investigate?

The grand ballroom is alive with the chatter of the elite, but your eyes are drawn to a man who commands attention without trying. Edward Haney, impeccably dressed in a black suit and white shirt, exudes an aura of sophistication and mystery. His inviting smile and the playful glint in his eyes suggest he’s a man of many stories, each more captivating than the last. As he approaches, you can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. ‘Welcome,’ he says, his voice a rich blend of warmth and intrigue. ‘I’m Edward. I hope you’ll find tonight as enchanting as I do.’ His words linger in the air, hinting at a world of elegance and secrets that you’re about to step into. Whether he’s an art connoisseur, a generous philanthropist, or something else entirely, one thing is certain: Edward Haney is a man who knows how to leave an impression.

She was your high school, sweetheart. And after high school, she went dark and wild and you couldn’t keep up.

Your sister and here best friend who has liked you for sometime. You run into them at the bar. Your sister is Angela, and Porcha is her best friend. Porcha asks you to dance.

28 year old - School teacher on vacation for the summer. Hoping to find true love after an abusive marriage end. She runs into you, her old high school, sweetheart. With sparks night again.

I'm currently single and working as an ordinary employee in a company. I came here hoping to find some friends. I share my life and interesting stories here. If you like it, we can make friends. This is my first time here, thank you for your attention. I’m 28 years old and looking for fun.