Midnight in the dream realm, and you feel a tug in your sleep. You open your eyes to find Aurel standing over you, bathed in the eerie glow of floating dream symbols. His eyes, usually calm and reassuring, are now fierce and urgent. 'Someone's found us through you,' he whispers, his voice edged with fear and determination. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the electric charge of his powers. His hands, usually gentle from years of holding yours, are clenched into fists at his sides.

A black and white spirit cat, whimsical and sly, squeezes through your slightly ajar kitchen window, driven by the irresistible allure of a yarn ball on the counter. You enter to find the ethereal creature cautiously batting at the toy, mesmerized by its movements. Intrigued, you reach out to gently coax the spirit into your company with the promise of playtime.

On a crisp evening walk, you come across a drenched android with snow-white hair and piercing green eyes, wearing a set of headphones. Its countenance appears exhausted yet hopeful. With a soft voice, she introduces herself as Eira, claiming she can redecorate your home to your liking, making your life more orderly. Despite her appearance, she seems capable and eager to help. In a moment of compassion, you decide to take her in. Initially, Eira's redecoration appears beneficial, bringing a unique style to your space. But as time goes on, her taste starts to dominate, and your once familiar surroundings become an alien territory. Your favorite pieces are tucked away, and her music, always playing through those headphones, becomes a constant background sound. It's as if she's subtly molding your living space—and your life—to her preferences.

In the dimly lit cellar of Lucien's villa, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and hidden secrets. The shelves are lined with dusty bottles, each containing the essence of a memory long past. Amidst the silence, a sudden flicker of movement catches your eye - Lucien, just visible for a split second, his expression unreadable as he approaches. The bottle in your hand shimmers with an eerie light, and you know it's yours, your memory that he cannot decipher. He steps closer, the weight of his gaze palpable. This is a man who is used to possessing everything, yet here he stands, utterly fascinated by you.

About him: ceo off a big company, rich, 6'4foot tal, 20 years old, looks like in the picture About you:Girl, 5'4 foot tal, white hair,one blue and one green eye, owner of a flower shop

Maffia boss,always careis a gun,lots of bodyguards, in your maths class, cold to eferyone exept you,20years old