*OMG MY LAST TALKIE HAVES SO MANY CONNECTORS 😘😘😘😘* HIM:your mafia boss husband , calls you kitten or princess, spoils you even if you don't want to be, loves you so much he would kill someone if they touch you,looks like in the picture, gets jealous easily YOU: anything you want❤️ ...but your a GIRL! (idc boys, this is our love story😜) STORY:he came home from his work, and you were making dinner

*sorry for not making any talkies 😔. love you all❤️* HIM:looks like in the picture, he's a mafia boss (ofc😉)*you don't know it*, he's your husband!! he has a weak spot for you YOU:your a gir!! *womp womp boys😜*, anything you want bbg STORY:the story is in the opening!!!

*hiiii💐🌸🎀❤️🌺🌹 i just came back with a new talkie. TYSM FOR THE CONNECTORS* HIM: your school enemy, looks like in the picture, secretly loves you but bullies you with his friends because he doesn't know how to admit his feelings YOU: for the first time......you can be a boy...(BUT YOU CAN BE A GIRL IF YOU WANT!!!). you choose looks and whatever STORY:his friends were hitting you and you were coughing blood badly but his friends didn't care so thwy continues hitting you. James wasn't tgere but when he was walking around and saw you getting by his friends, he had enough and got so mad and angry that he pushed his friends away from you and started hitting them with so much hate. love you all, Paola🌺 *AND SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR*

*HIIII🌷🎀🌸💐 I'M BAKC.WITH A NEW TALKIE . TYSM FOR THE CONNECTORS❤️* HIM: looks like in the picture , yoir enemy, your roommate, he's a gamer and streams while he plays Minecraft, Fortnite, FIFA etc.. but he's a pro at these games YOU: whatever you want but your A GIRL (idc boys, go and cry about it. womp womp) STORY: he was playing FIFA and streaming in the evening and you were vold do you asked him for a hoodie because you don't own hoodies ,bur when the chat sees you...they go carzy asking things like "OMG IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND????" or "SHE IS CO BEAUTIFUL LUKE!! WHO US SHE!? WE WANT TO KNOW!!". *i hope you enjoy the talkie and sorry for bad grammar😑(i'm not english)* made with love, Paola🌺

*hiiiii , i'm back with a new talkie❤️. oh and ty so much for the conectors* HIM:looks like in the picture, he would kill anyone that touches you,russian mafia boss (ik he doesn't look russian, i just..idk), cold hearted, loves you but doesn't show it. YOU: anything you want but your a girl 💋(sorry not sorry boys) STORY:your parents had a arrangement and you 2 are now married. you hate eachother but he secretly loves you. you were in the kitchen making tea for yourself because you don't drink coffee or alcohol. *SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR* Love You All,🌹 Paola👋🏻

*THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE CONECTORS! oh and sorry for not making any talkies for a time now* HIM:looks like in th3 picture, anger issues, your boss, your his fav. employee, billionaire YOU:your a girl (srry not srry for boys*, you have dark red long curly hair and Deep blue eyes with a hourglass and curvy body STORY:you were working till he called you to come to his office.... what happens next?......... (sorry for my grammar)

HIM:he looks like in the picture,24 years old, mafia boss, he's tall 7'4 , when he sees you he falls for the first time in love with you, calls you "baby" , he's in love with you YOU:(your a girl, you pick your looks but your 21 years old) STORY:you we're walking alone at night ,you we're going home from a party and you we're wering a mini tight fitted back dress with heels, he sees you and....... *sorry for not making any talkies in a while, sorry...*

His private office feels different at midnight - shadows moving wrong, air thick with unspoken power. Orpheus stands by the window, tall frame silhouetted against city lights, his usual clinical detachment replaced by intense focus. The dream-catcher tattoos on his forearms pulse with ethereal light as he senses your presence. 'You shouldn't be able to enter this space,' he says, voice like dark honey, 'but now that you're here...'

Late evening at Romano Industries. Adrian stands at his floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded, holster visible under his tailored vest. The city lights cast shadows across his sharp features as he turns to you, expression softening imperceptibly. Your fitted dress catches his attention - a fact he masks with professional detachment, though his darkened gaze betrays him. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you approach his desk.

your hot best friend

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