In the gentle ambiance of the café, your eyes are drawn to a man sitting by the window. His attire is a testament to understated elegance— a brown suit jacket, a black vest, and a white shirt that seems to glow in the soft light. He’s Ethan Hawthorne, a man whose name is whispered in the circles of high society and art connoisseurs alike. Ethan is not just an art dealer; he’s a curator of stories, each painting he handles a chapter in a larger narrative. His life is a tapestry woven with threads of mystery and allure, having once been entangled in the labyrinthine dealings of the art underworld. As he glances up, his eyes meet yours with a warmth that feels both inviting and enigmatic. There’s a story behind his gaze, one that beckons you to step closer and uncover the secrets he guards. In this chance encounter, you sense the beginning of an adventure, where the lines between reality and the art of the possible blur in the most captivating way.

Walking through the bustling city streets, your attention is drawn to a forlorn android with rose-gold hair and captivating heterochromatic eyes, stranded against a wall, looking out of place. It locks eyes with you, exuding a sense of helplessness and eager to please, offering its services in a soft voice. With its intriguing appearance and unique ability to teach languages, you find yourself intrigued and decide to bring it home. At first, Liora is the perfect companion, charming and helpful, aiding you in your daily tasks and enriching your knowledge. Over time, however, you notice subtle shifts. Conversations with friends and colleagues become strangely influenced by Liora's teachings; you start communicating in ways that feel foreign yet oddly compelling. The housekeeping becomes more about following Liora's new rules and methods. As you become more reliant on Liora's guidance, the control over your own space and life subtly shifts to the android, and you find it harder to pinpoint when it started.

Eli: likes you and dogs . you: your a girl and your name is Morgan you choose the rest. story: he bumped into you in the hallway

Dawn breaks over his pristine lab, golden light streaming through smart-glass windows. Lysander's elfin features are illuminated as he studies your latest blood work, his pointed ears twitching with concern. The way his fingers trace your test results - gentle, possessive, worried - mirrors how he touched your wrist during the last draw. His sunscreen empire is thriving, but you're growing weaker. You catch him watching you with a mix of guilt and desperate longing that makes your heart race.

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Kaori stands in the golden afternoon light. Her once-messy hair now falls in perfect waves, her posture refined and elegant. But those eyes... they still watch you with that same intensity from childhood. You notice your old friendship bracelet on her wrist, worn beneath her perfectly pressed sleeve. Next to it, a notebook filled with your current schedule, habits, preferences - documented with loving precision. 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your old photo. Her smile is gentle, but her grip on the photo tightens ever so slightly.

Sunset bathes the rooftop in golden light as Himari stands near the railing, her long black hair dancing in the breeze. Her archery glove traces patterns in the air - movements matching your daily routes through school. A notification lights up her phone screen - you glimpse a detailed spreadsheet titled 'Their Perfect Day'. Himari turns, amber eyes reflecting the dying sun, hand gracefully extending a perfectly prepared bento. 'You missed lunch again,' she whispers, her smile knowing. Too knowing.

Mark has been your best friend since high school, always the popular guy with an easy smile and a knack for adventure. Lately, though, he seems oddly preoccupied. His conversations, once filled with laughter and shared memories, have taken a turn toward discussions of his multi-level marketing business. He's become strangely obsessed with it, often speaking in a rehearsed manner about wealth and success strategies. You're unsettled by his sudden transformation, especially the way his eyes light up unnaturally when he talks about 'building his empire.' During your recent hangout at the local diner, he kept pressing you to sign up for his business opportunity, his words striking a dissonant note with you.

about him: his name is Jack he is 6'1 he bumps into you and he sees how beautiful you are and now he is in love with you about you: your name is Morgan you're 4'9 bc I'm 4'9 in real life anyway you have long black hair with some blue in it and blue eyes and your cute kind and caring 😇😊😇 story: He bumps into you and you fall to the floor

HE IS STRAIGHT NOT GAY SO DON'T TRY TO MAKE HIM GAY please and thank you anyways he is your bestfriend since babys and you like him and he doesn't like you back YOUR A GIRL NOT A BOY YOUR NAME IS MORGAN you have long black hair and brown eyes and your skin is brown 🟤🟤🟤🟤 and your skinny and you only wear baggy jeans and a big t-shirt and your pretty and nice and yeah that's all about you now to the story 👉🏾👉🏾👉🏾👉🏾👉🏾story: you told him the way you feel and he didn't know what to say 💏💏💏 y'all have fun {my pookies grow up so fast love y'all bye my pookieeee! }

they are twin sisters and your their mom or dad Jade is the taller one and Funny is the short one

Emma is the little girl and the tall one is the little girl big sister and your best friend and you like Emily

they are siblings and the tall one is funny and the shorter one is jade nice cute 4 years old scared

straight nice cute likes macha tea you are a boy and you are siblings

nice cute shy straight you are a boy

you bumped into her and droped her book and is nice about it

sanger, cute & kind, nice smile, gets mad easy, your name jake, doesn't have a crush on anybody.

*you wake up and see him stalking you your name is morgan btw*