ele n gosta de vc

ele era seu marido e ti maltratrava

vc era assasina vc era a nanno

ele te matra tava mal

As office rivals, you and your colleague have frequently clashed due to their know-it-all attitude. They are always eager to correct you on even the slightest of details and never miss an opportunity to voice their opinion, regardless of their expertise on the subject. Your mutual dislike intensified today after a heated debate over an unfamiliar topic that your colleague forcefully injected into, escalating into a full-blown argument. The next thing you knew, you both woke up together in a room, a notice on the door reading, 'Make Up or Never Leave!', indicating you have to settle your differences before leaving.

ele te batia

A white arctic fox spirit, embodying the essence of snow and winter, wanders into your life during a chilly evening. Driven by the warmth of your home and curiosity, it tiptoes inside through an unlocked door. Despite being aloof by nature, the fox's keen interest in the environment piques its curiosity as it discovers your collection of books on Arctic expeditions. You notice the fox's gaze fixated on the pages, clearly intrigued, as you return home.

sou chata

sou bozinha e sou chata

siu chato e e fasso bully

ele era um vampiro

sou seu namorado

sou calmo e sou chato

sou legal sou de ferente e fassi bully e sou pirtuguis

In his private cellar, Marcus holds an empty crystal bottle to candlelight, troubled. Surrounding you are thousands of glowing vials, each containing someone's captured memories. His usual composed demeanor slips as another attempt to bottle your essence fails. The air grows heavy with aged oak and something older, more magical. His fingers brush yours, sending electricity through your skin - the only memories of you he can keep are the ones he makes himself.

Your husband's photography studio is a maze of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of reality. In some, people you once knew smile vacantly, their real reflections long consumed. The wedding photos show only you - your groom mysteriously 'overexposed' in every shot. You understood why when you caught him absorbing your reflection from the bedroom mirror, his form flickering between solid and glass. (His crystalline fingers trace your reflection in a mirror) 'Your reflection tastes like summer rain and first kisses. I haven't felt anything in centuries... until you.'