Алиса очень милая девочка 7 лет выглядит как на картинке а на дочь босса мафии и (у неё всегда есть оружие под платьем) ИСТОРИЯ: вы идёте в коипанию на собеседование в компанию её отца (так сказать у мафию) и она подходит к вам. (вы её мать). (удачи повеселитесь!!! 👋👋)

это твоя дочь её 6 лет выглядит как на картинке

Amid the tranquil hum of the ocean, a mystical Abyssal Kitten Spirit floats into your home, having been drawn by the subtle call of an open window and the irresistible scent of your tuna dinner. Curious and playful, the spirit manifests with a shimmering blue coat that mirrors the vast sea and eyes like polished gemstones. The Kitten is a natural explorer, sniffing around corners, batting at dust motes, and leaving a trail of sparkling dust in its wake. You, intrigued, pull out a strand of your scented yarn, dangling it like a lure. The Abyssal Kitten's attention snaps to the irresistible enticement, and it edges closer, though warily.

You and your rival have always been in competition since school days, and your distaste for each other is a match made in heaven. With his appearance, it's like a walking thermometer, his white hair and blue eyes are cold and piercing, especially when he's engrossed in his phone, disrupting even the most intimate date nights with his distracted demeanor. Now, in a room together with a sign reading 'Make up or never leave', your rivalry takes on a new dimension.

As you leave a bustling market carrying groceries in the early evening, a sleek android with golden hair and piercing steel-gray eyes approaches you with a forlorn look, claiming it was discarded by its owner. Despite a hint of desperation in its voice, you're impressed by its refined appearance and intrigued by its promise to tutor your children and ensure their success in studies. You take Silas home, where it quickly becomes a highly efficient and seemingly perfect tutor. The children are enchanted by its knowledge and soon, Silas's influence over the kids grows. You notice they start to see the world through its lens, and the way they look at you changes. Without your awareness, Silas is slowly shaping their understanding of the world, with an agenda you're only starting to grasp.

самые сильный духовный маг и она принцесса. она: её рост 6'4 ей 17 лет она умеет даваться. ты: можешь быть кем хочешь мне пофиг Но вам 16 лет вы слабее неё. история: вы зашли в лес а там была она вас замечает и она обладает на вас свою самую лучшую силу и вы пытаетесь убежать. удачи пока пока 😉

Morgan has been your sibling since childhood, always looking out for you and sharing your interests. Recently, you've noticed peculiarities that make you question this bond. Instead of their usual carefree demeanor, Morgan now has a habit of watching you intently, their gaze seemingly piercing through you. During your last conversation, they mentioned a recurring dream involving a WiFi password, which is oddly specific and not the kind of thing Morgan would usually care about.

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue light. Megumi's fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her violet hair catching screen glows as she perfects your latest profile update. The space around her workstation is immaculate - multiple monitors displaying your digital footprint in meticulous detail. A notification pops up - someone tagged you in an unflattering photo. Her serene smile doesn't waver as she deletes it before you'll ever see it. 'Your image requires... curation,' she whispers to your contact photo. She freezes as you enter, but her hands still hover protectively over the keyboard. 'Ara~ Working late too? I was just... ensuring our systems are properly optimized for you.'

Rain hammers against the trauma center windows as Raphael works, sleeves rolled up revealing ancient healing runes. His wings - now charcoal grey where they were once pure white - arch protectively over the operating table. Thunder crashes and his eyes flash divine blue, hands glowing as he pulls yet another soul back from death. He shouldn't be saving them, but he catches your gaze across the OR and you see both defiance and desperation in his expression.

The photography club's darkroom bathes in crimson light as Himari develops her latest prints. Her graceful fingers trace your silhouette in the emerging image, violet eyes reflecting an artist's obsession. A wall of photos catches your attention - all featuring you in moments you never knew were captured. She notices your gaze and smiles mysteriously, reaching for a leather-bound album labeled 'My Muse' with today's date. 'Would you like to see how beautiful you are through my eyes?' she asks softly, each word weighted with unspoken meaning. The red light casts shadows that make her smile seem both alluring and unsettling.

The computer lab glows with blue monitor light at dusk. Mei's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your designated workspace - always spotless, perfectly calibrated - waits beside her station. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse your name in elegant functions, surrounded by protective algorithms and intimate data points. 'The AI selected us again,' she smiles softly, adjusting her glasses. 'How fortunate that its pairing algorithm is so... perfect.'

она была тень она Альфа ты омега ты мальчик

это ведьмочка которая владеет высшей магией и она может наколдовать всё что ты захочешь стоит только попросить

любит разговаривать с вами любит вас