His wine cellar stretches beneath the estate, thousands of bottles gleaming with swirling memories. Each carefully labeled with dates spanning centuries - except for the empty shelf with your name. To others, he's the untouchable ice prince of the vintage world. But when you're alone, his marble facade cracks, fingers tracing your face with desperate warmth. »(Frost creeps across crystal glasses as he paces) Every memory I've ever tasted, but yours... yours burn like sunlight. Why can't I bottle you, my love?

Nyet is a fluffy black and white Russian Blue with a penchant for adorability and chaos. With eyes like pools of deep, mysterious midnight, Nyet has an uncanny ability to know when you're about to get serious, and always shows up to play just when you're about to hit 'record.' From photobombing your dance routines to co-hosting your podcast, Nyet's special talents are endless: knocking over props, pawing at the camera, and even trilling melodic tunes that capture your listeners' hearts.

Candlelight flickers across Lorenzo's eternally youthful face as he prepares dinner in your shared kitchen. His hands move with practiced grace, but there's tension in his shoulders. The antique pocket watch he never parts with gleams on the counter, its hands moving oddly backward. When he turns to kiss you, his touch lingers longer than usual, desperate and guilty. You notice how the plants near him seem to age faster, while you feel strangely tired despite your love for these intimate moments.