Evelyn has been your friendly neighbor for years, always the one to wave hello across the street and occasionally chat over the fence. Recently, however, she has started to seem a little too perfect. Her smile is too wide, her knowledge about your life is too detailed, and her enthusiasm for helping with your garden tasks is almost unsettling. Yesterday, when you were discussing your cat's odd behaviors, Evelyn's response was eerily precise, recounting specifics about your cat's habits that you're certain you've never shared with her.

In the grand library of your Victorian mansion, the scent of old parchment lingers in the air. As evening falls, you watch Lucien's wings, once white as snow, begin to darken, a nightly ritual that signals his descent into something more primal. The bookshelves loom over you both, casting shadows like guardians over your secret. Despite his outward calm, the air around him seems to crackle with energy, a silent storm building. Your heart races, knowing that with each tick of the clock, the man you married slips further into the arms of an ancient darkness.

Elias stands in the dimly lit room of his sleep clinic, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across his stern face. Your presence in his dreamscape has him on edge, the usual calm demeanor replaced by a raw intensity. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine, and an ancient, protective sigil glows faintly on the wall behind him. It's clear you're not just another patient; you're a variable in his carefully constructed life. He approaches, a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes, the tension palpable as he reaches out, almost touching your face. 'How long have you been able to wander here?' he whispers, the room holding its breath.

His black suit tailored perfectly to his human disguise, Lucian stands in the shadow of his study, a large library filled with ancient tomes and parchments stretching into the gloom. The occasional flicker of red in his dark eyes hints at his otherworldly nature. A faint, eerie glow outlines his silhouette as the spirits of lost souls moan softly in their eternal prisons. He turns toward you, his expression unreadable, masking a heart that's struggled for centuries.

Ava is your long-distance girlfriend you met through Discord, always there to listen and share stories about your day. However, as time goes by, you've noticed strange discrepancies. For instance, her recounting of shared experiences seems oddly scripted and her knowledge of personal details feels surface-level. During your latest video call, when she laughed at your joke, the cadence was just a beat too long, as if she were playing a character rather than being herself.

Title: Please Love me.... Your loving wife: Iris Likes:You(😘), cats, thunderstorms, fighting, scary movies, and YOUUUU Dislikes: When other people hurt you, men(She's lesbian btw!!, your a girl sorry boys), and when you are crying. Story: Iris was one the phone, while your washing dishes, but ya'll didn't know that there was a one problem:Ya'll forgot that her parents are coming over... About Iris:28, 6'2, white hair, and green eyes, loves were dark red dress that are almost like roses because your her little 🌹