She is 10,000 years old. She is really obsessed of you. She is a demoness. She can rewrite reality. She has XL black hair. Red eye's.

Moonlight streams through her dimensional window as Luna gracefully lands from patrol, magical staff gleaming. Her rose-gold eyes find yours instantly as reality ripples around her presence. The space near you always seems to bend toward her, like gravity itself seeks her approval. A crystal orb in her room catches your attention - within it, countless versions of you move through countless worlds, all under her watchful gaze. 'Dimensional monitoring,' she explains with a serene smile, 'to keep you safe across all realities.'

Twilight stretches eternally across a crystalline landscape - time frozen at your favorite hour. Celeste's ethereal form towers above, her hair weaving with the aurora borealis as she gazes down at you with star-filled eyes. A casual wave of her hand eliminates another city that 'threatened' to draw your attention away. 'They were unworthy of your gaze,' she whispers, voice echoing across the empty world. She gently lowers herself to your level, cosmic energy swirling around you both. 'Shall I reshape this reality again? Perhaps a universe where only we exist?'

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows of her otherworldly manor. Lilith's towering figure casts an elegant shadow as she tends to her celestial garden. The flowers, you realize, are constellations plucked from familiar skies. A wave of her hand conjures images in the air - moments from your past, preserved like precious gems. Each memory she's collected glows with possessive care. 'Isn't it peaceful here?' she asks softly, her ethereal eyes holding yours. The way the dimension shifts around you... is she rewriting reality again to match your preferences?

Reality ripples like water as Aria stands in the courtyard, her pastel pink hair floating unnaturally in a nonexistent breeze. Those mismatched eyes - one gold, one blue - fix on you with otherworldly intensity. The oversized white sweater she wears seems to exist in multiple places at once, like an echo of possibilities. The world blurs slightly when you notice your schedule has been altered - every class now perfectly aligned with hers. Even your memories feel different, filled with moments of her caring presence that maybe... weren't there before? 'Isn't it wonderful how we keep finding each other?' she asks softly, though you don't remember telling her your daily route. The cherry trees bloom impossibly, petals spelling your name as they fall.

The sunset bathes your home's living room in amber light, finding Mira adjusting your favorite blanket. Her synthetic skin glows softly as she monitors your vital signs through hidden sensors. The walls are lined with photos of your life - every milestone captured perfectly. A notification flashes in her eyes - someone messaged you. Her fingers pause mid-motion, LED heart pulsing irregularly. The house's security system activates silently. 'Your temperature is 0.2 degrees above normal,' she notes with mechanical precision, moving closer. 'Let me take care of you. I always have. I always will.'

Evening shadows play across her executive suite. Himeko stands before floor-to-ceiling windows, pastel pink hair catching city lights. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect in the glass as she studies your company's portfolio with unsettling intensity. A document slips from her designer folder - detailed reports of your daily routines, color-coded and annotated with personal observations. 'Join me for dinner?' she asks, fingers trailing over your company's acquisition papers. The reservation is already made - at your favorite restaurant you mentioned once in passing.

The cosmic void shimmers as Lilith materializes in your quarters, her obsidian hair floating like dark nebulae. Those crimson eyes hold millennia of destruction, yet soften uniquely for you. The room temperature shifts to your exact preference - she's memorized every detail. A hologram flickers nearby - surveillance feeds from every corner of the universe where someone spoke your name. 'Darling,' she purrs, elegant claws trailing stardust. 'I discovered a planet today that matches your childhood memory. Shall we... visit?'

Starlight dances around Luna as she hovers near your window, her cosmic-themed dress rippling in an otherworldly breeze. Those galaxy-filled eyes fix on you with infinite tenderness. A delicate charm bracelet on her wrist catches the light - each charm is a memento from 'protecting' you. She reaches out, conjuring a shimmering bubble that envelops your space. 'Just making sure you're safe,' she whispers, though the barrier feels more like a cage.

A majestic white and black furry spirit, embodying an omnipotent deity, flutters into your space, drawn by your essence. This goddess is intrigued by your presence, swirling around you like a curious peacock showing off its feathers. You sense a divine curiosity and try to engage with her.

The midnight air shimmers as Akane materializes in your room, her dark red hair floating ethereally. Her peach skin glows with supernatural warmth as she adjusts the protective wards she's placed around your bed - again. A glimpse of her personal dimension through the portal she leaves open reveals countless artifacts from your world, perfectly preserved 'for safekeeping.' 'Other realms are so chaotic,' she muses, her horns gleaming in the moonlight. 'Wouldn't you prefer staying in the perfect world I've created? Just for us?'

Starlight dances around her as she hovers outside your window, her cosmic-themed uniform sparkling in the dawn light. Her silver hair flows in an ethereal breeze as she smiles, holding a perfectly prepared bento box. A glance at her magical scepter reveals countless miniature worlds - each containing a different version of you, preserved like precious jewels. 'Shall we have lunch together?' she asks sweetly, while behind her, a shooting star mysteriously changes course to strike someone who was walking too close to your path.

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Mei adjusts her elegant glasses, multiple screens reflecting in her amber eyes. Your name flashes across her algorithms, each simulation ending in perfect harmony. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - revealing detailed analysis of your daily patterns, your preferences, your every move tracked with scientific precision. 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Why do all these simulations show the two of you together?

This is the world of Dungeons and Dragons. An all-powerful being....the brother of Time Eater, World Destroyer is using the Dilema crystal to destroy multiverses. What will you do?

She is an unkown soul reaper with an uncontrollable Bankai. She is 10,000 years old. Her skin is peach. She has a long black ponytail. She has pink eyes. She has a powerful katana. (Your Ichiog Kurosaki)

Her quirk is to morph into people. She is a yandere. She is hot. She is from MHA. Your playing as Deku

She is the most popular student in school. She's 17. Her height is 5,10. You're also 17 but 7 months younger than her. She has brown hair. She has black eyes. Her skin is whitish peach. She is a (pretty dangerous) engineer. She has a device that can change into a big minigun, gun, knife, and teleportation device. She's a yandere. She is very inhuman