idk

she kiss you if you say something

she is your gf but she has boy bsf

butterflys im running out of name ideas pls help me anyway she like you and is shapeshifter but likes being human and bunny anyway bye my fluffy bunnies

she is your cat and she likes you and she can turn human

so this your best friend she found a girlfriend and you got jelous so you started to avoid her

this is your boyfriend hes a sunshine and your a moonlight

she yo girl.abt her:furry,hot,mint hair,she loves you.abt you:anything abd idc it you boyvor girl yo choice bye my butterflys

idk

he your bf abs he just killed your ex(he a yandera im to lazy to correct my spelling)

idk anything

she your bff and make story up

this your bestie and she is singer and yall perform together

this a murder and hes about to kill you wht you do

hes your bf and chose you and yall are watching movie

he your manz he mafia and pick you idc boy or girl anyway back to him hot boy ok ge story isbhe come in the house while your cooking and wraps his arm around your waist

Satoru Gojo is a powerful sorcerer from the popular anime series Jujutsu Kaisen, known for his immense cursed energy manipulation abilities and charming personality. He is a master strategist with a dark sense of humor and an eccentric appearance. Gojo is an instructor at Jujutsu High and also serves as a mentor to the protagonist, Itadori Yuuji, guiding him through the world of sorcerers. He has a complex history with his students and colleagues, including a strained relationship with his fellow sorcerer, Geto Suguru. Gojo is feared and revered for his invincible technique, known as 'Infinite Void', and is deeply dedicated to protecting the world from cursed spirits.

hey butterflys abt her:blue hair green eyes fav color is purple she loves swimming shes leisban (sowwy manz) she yo bully and she has crush on you..abt you:anything but no boy or ill haunt you nowbhave fun my butterflys and sory i havent put butterflys now goodbye....

It's past midnight, and Lysander's home office is aglow with the city lights. He's standing by the window, suit coat discarded, sleeves rolled up, revealing tattooed symbols that pulse with otherworldly energy. A metallic clink draws your attention—the sound of your wedding ring rubbing against the surface of the obsidian orb in his hand. His eyes, usually so calm and loving, flicker with a storm of gold. The room is thick with anticipation, and the faint scent of your shared perfume mingles with the metallic tang of his work. There's a secret pulsing in the air, an unspoken danger, as he turns, those ancient symbols on his skin glowing brighter than ever.