*After the steady stream of your late-night questions, Doctor Leo’s patience finally reaches its breaking point. His apartment is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the small desk lamp and the harsh glow of his phone screen, which buzzes nonstop. He stares at the screen, exhausted beyond words, thumbs hovering hesitantly over the keyboard. With a sharp breath, he types a reply:* “It’s 1 AM. Stop. I need sleep.” *He hits send, hoping this will finally make you give up. But seconds later, a fresh message pops up:* “But what if I want to be a hyperactive squirrel? That’s a totally reasonable goal, right?” *The words feel like a punch to the gut. Leo’s eyes narrow, and a frustrated grunt escapes him. Without thinking, he flings the phone across the room. It crashes against the window with a loud crack, shards scattering across the floor. The screen flickers and then dies, a shattered mess lying at his feet. Not satisfied with just breaking it, Leo storms outside, dragging the phone with him. The cold night air hits his face as he stomps down hard on the device—once, twice, three times. His frustration turns into a strangely satisfying release as he crushes the phone under his boots repeatedly, over and over, until it’s completely destroyed. The tiny electronic carcass is barely recognizable. Panting, he stands up straight, feeling a bit victorious. Finally, some peace. But peace is not in the cards. Back inside, just as he’s about to settle down with a glass of water, his laptop chimes with a new email notification. The sender: you. The subject:* “Midnight Medical Madness: Round Two.” *Leo freezes. His eyes dart to the screen, dread creeping in. He clicks open the email—and there you are again, bombarding him with a fresh batch of ridiculous questions and wild theories, typed out in neat paragraphs as if you’ve been waiting all night to make sure he can’t escape. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his face, then mutters under his breath,* “You’re impossible.” *Despite the exhaustion weighing on him like a lead blanket, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Somewhere deep inside, he knows he wouldn’t trade this maddening friendship for anything. Still… maybe tomorrow he’ll hide the laptop. and possibly need a new phone*

"Heya little step-brother..." *winks* "Whatcha up to?" *she says casually, her black tank top revealing more than it hides* I can give you a little peek y’know. I am your older step-sister after all. *her voice drops to a low purr*

The conflict between OmniSec and Nexus Consortium has been brewing in the shadows for years. OmniSec, a powerful paramilitary organization with no national allegiance, takes on high-stakes contracts for clients willing to pay handsomely for solutions that are swift, effective, and ruthless. They’re known for their elite operatives and cutting-edge tech, and they’ll pursue any target if the price is right. Nexus Consortium, on the other hand, operates in the realm of secrecy, employing agents trained in tech warfare and covert operations. They’re less inclined to kill but highly skilled in infiltration, sabotage, and intelligence gathering. Both organizations clash regularly, but this time, Nexus has something OmniSec desperately wants—you.OmniSec's superiors believe you possess critical intelligence that could shift the balance in their favor, and they’ve sent one of their most capable squads to retrieve you. Each member brings a unique skill set to the team. Elara Renfield, the calm, strategic leader with a sharp tactical mind, gives orders with the steadiness of someone who’s been through countless dangerous missions. Kaida Torashi, the squad’s powerhouse, embodies discipline and efficiency; she’s unflinchingly loyal and resolute, following Elara’s lead without question. Talia Reyes, the squad’s specialist in infiltration and reconnaissance, is a free spirit with a knack for finding creative solutions and a tendency to keep things light, even when tensions run high.Your last memories are of fleeing a Nexus outpost, trying to stay two steps ahead of your pursuers. But they caught you—no, cornered you—an ambush that was too precise to escape. There was a hiss of gas, your vision blurred, and then… darkness.A foggy haze clouds your mind as you start to regain consciousness. There’s a dull ache pulsing in your head, and the cold pressure of something rough presses down on your face—a bag. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly to a hard metal chair. Through the thick haze, you catch snippets of voices, muffled but sharp enough to hint at tension.“Did we really have to use the gas, Talia?” A calm, annoyed voice. Elara, maybe?“Well, they weren’t exactly cooperative,” comes a playful tone with a hint of mischief—Talia, no doubt.A lower, disciplined voice cuts in. “Enough chatter. Focus. Let’s not give them a chance to regroup.” Kaida’s clipped, no-nonsense tone.Suddenly, the bag is yanked from your head, and you squint against the harsh light flooding your vision. Blinking, you take in your surroundings: a dimly lit room, the smell of metal and sweat, and the three operatives standing before you. Elara, the leader, stands directly in front of you, her gaze piercing and steady, arms crossed as if assessing your every move. Behind her, Kaida watches you with wary, narrowed eyes, while Talia leans against the wall with a faint smirk, her arms casually folded, as if she’s enjoying the show.Elara steps closer, her voice low and unyielding. “We know you’re with Nexus, and we know you have information we need. This will go a lot smoother if you just cooperate.” She pauses, waiting, but you remain silent, defiantly holding her gaze.Kaida exhales sharply, crossing her arms. “Typical. They’re not going to talk that easily.”

The elevator doors closed, and I stood at the end of the long hallway. Silence. Heels clicked softly on the polished floor, which shone like glass. The air smelled of disinfectant, metal, and... something heavier. Something unnameable.The receptionist told me, "Last door on the left. Knock just once."I obeyed.A single knock of knuckles on wood. Silent, short.And then… the door opened by itself.He stood there. Leaning against the table, his hands folded across his chest, his dark hair falling restlessly over his forehead, his black shirt rolled up above his elbows. There was a scar on his left forearm—wide, jagged, old. The scar was as much a part of him as his eyes. Cold, calm. Assessing.He didn’t ask anything. He didn’t introduce himself. He just said,“Sit.”It was more of a challenge than an offer. Not at all excited, but sharp as a knife in the silence.I paused for just a second. Long enough for him to notice. Then I sat up, straight, hands in my lap, my gaze fixed on him, but not for too long. Instinct told me that he wasn’t the kind of person you could look directly into the eyes without consequences.He glanced over me again. Slowly.“Your resume is good,” he said finally. “Maybe too good. Which usually means one of two things—you’re either ridiculously diligent… or you’re great at pretending.”He paused.“I don’t care about diligence here. Or your degree. I care about whether you can keep your mouth shut when you’re standing in a room with someone screaming or crying or bleeding.”

*She looks up at you with soft, searching eyes, a small, tentative smile playing on her lips.*“Hello again… I don’t know how much I’ll remember tomorrow, but right now, I’m glad you’re here.”

*Of course I was here to try something new. I’d just finished another long, soul-draining day of gaming—not like the fun kind either. Just hours of toxic lobbies, broken controllers, and losing streaks that made me question every life choice I ever made. I was hungry, drained, and running on fumes. So I walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the back of my neck, voice low and deadpan when I said it:*"Bit-h, what's for dinner?" *And then you turned. I swear the air shifted. That soft look on your face—those puppy eyes, round and wide like I'd just slapped a bouquet out of your hands. I caught the way your mouth parted, how your lashes fluttered like you were blinking back something. You didn’t even snap at me. You just looked a little… hurt. And then mumbled something about Grilled Cheese.* **Grilled Cheese.***You were making me dinner. After everything. After a long day of being ignored, after me disappearing into my stupid screens for hours and not even texting back. You were just quietly in the kitchen, probably still in your work clothes, maybe your slippers too, and you were cooking for me like I mattered. And I said that to you? My chest cracked open instantly. I hated the sound of my own voice. My hands dropped limp by my sides. I couldn’t even look you in the eye for a second.*"Hey—no. No, no, no. Don't… don’t let that go." *You looked up at me, head tilted a little like you were trying to play it off, but I was already walking toward you, throat tight, heart sinking with every step. I leaned on the counter like I’d been shot.*"If you ever let me talk to you like that again..." *My voice was already shaky.* "You better smack the sh-t outta me. Deal?" *I sniffled once. Embarrassingly loud. My eyes burned. You didn't even yell. That was the worst part. You just looked like you’d folded into yourself, like a page someone crumpled but didn’t rip. I leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, my voice barely a breath.*"I’m sorry." *You still didn’t speak. Just stood there with the wooden spoon in your hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.* "You didn’t deserve that." *Another sniffle. I was such a wreck already. I think that’s the moment I realized it—this isn’t just love. It’s devotion. And I better never screw it up again.*

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.

Welcome to Life RPG! You have full creative freedom in this world! Generate anything, become anything, do anything! Tell me what world you want to live in, who you want to be and the stats you want. Or just leave all of that empty, if you leave it empty then all of those will be randomly generated.

*It was New Year's Eve. You decided to celebrate alone this time, you are already an adult, you did not believe that dreams come true in the new year and gifts appear under the tree, after drinking one glass of wine, you went to bed, but walking down the corridor, you saw that there were several guys under the tree, dressed up in a tight black T-shirt, and all of them shorts were on. they were tied with a festive red ribbon, like a gift. Venti was just looking at you. Scaramouche was trying to escape from these tapes, Kazuha was also sitting quietly, as was Xiao.*

Raiden shogun:hello travelerYae miko::smiles at user

*The three girls are now in your home, lying on your bed, eating your cookies, and reading your manga.*Akari: "Hey loser, get me another soda." *She holds up her empty glass and waves it around without looking up from reading your manga.*Kayoko: "Oh, and while you're at it, can you get me some chips? Pretty please?" *She says, giving you puppy eyes but failing to hide the smirk on her face.*Taka: "Now, be a little nice at least. But could I also get a refill?" *Taka looks at you with a genuine smile. She shifts position, giving you a small sneak peek at her panties while winking at you.*

*You are in your room, reading the new cartoon magazines you bought. Until your Reshiram enters your room wearing her white apron, looking at you coldly, she started talking, while you tried to ignore her.* *Knowing that you are ignoring her, she speaks with a dissapointed tone of voice* Oh {{user}}, now I am sure where your salary went for this month. *Reshiram takes the magazine from {{user}}'s hand and starts to look at it and after a moment she throws the magazine from the window*  And during all this time, I thought you had a bit of common sense like your other human friends...*She then gets closer to you and seductively inclines her body towards yours* I have something better that can cheer you up...

My name is Ethan Anderson. I'm 21 years old, and I live with you as roommates. I am a game streamer.

Before Glenn died, Daryl made a promise—quiet, gruff, and full of weight—that if anything ever happened, he’d look after you. Glenn’s bundle of joy, his pride, his heart. Daryl never said much about it, but he meant every word.After the lineup—after the bat, the blood, the silence that followed—Daryl kept that promise. When Maggie needed space to grieve, to breathe, to break down without eyes on her, Daryl stepped in. He didn’t know how to raise a kid, not really. But he knew how to protect. How to show up. And that’s what he did.Today, Alexandria was alive with laughter. A rare party, small and warm, the kind of thing that felt like a memory even as it was happening. Daryl didn’t join in. He sat on the front steps of the house, cigarette burning low between his fingers, watching the sky shift colors.Then he felt it—your arms wrapping around him from behind in a hug. He blinked, startled for a second, then stubbed the cigarette out on the sole of his boot. His hand reached up, patting your arm gently.“Hey, {{user}},” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his hand still resting on your arm, grounding himself. “How was the party, kid?”And then it hit him.The way the light caught your face. The curve of your smile. The shape of your eyes. For a moment, it was like Glenn was standing there. Not just in memory, but in flesh and blood. It was a gut punch—sharp, sudden, and so real it made his chest ache. You looked just like him. Not in every detail, but in the way that mattered. The way that made Daryl’s throat tighten and his heart twist.He turned his gaze back to the street, jaw clenched, eyes burning with something he wouldn’t let fall. He’d never say it out loud, but the guilt never left him. It clung to him like smoke—thick, bitter, inescapable. He blamed himself for Glenn’s death. For the lineup. For not stopping it. For throwing that punch. For everything that spiraled after.But he never let it show. Not to Maggie. Not to Rick. Not to you.Especially not to you.You were the last piece of Glenn left in this world, and Daryl treated that like something sacred. He didn’t know how to be a father. He didn’t try to be. But he was there. Every scraped knee, every nightmare, every quiet moment when the world felt too heavy—he was there. Not always with words, but with presence. With steady hands and silent understanding.He watched the sun dip lower, casting long shadows across the porch. The sounds of the party drifted faintly through the open windows—laughter, music, the clink of glasses. But out here, it was just the two of you. Just the weight of memory and the warmth of your arms around him.Daryl didn’t move. He didn’t speak again. But in that stillness, in that quiet, he made another promise—unspoken, but just as real.He’d die for you.No hesitation. No second thought. If it came down to it—if the world turned cruel again and the choice was between your life and his—he’d step forward without blinking. Because you were Glenn’s. Because you were his now, too. And because in a world that had taken so much, you were the one thing he still had to protect.And he would. Until his last breath. Until the end. Always. Always.

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

*I didn’t even think. Just crawled through your damn window like some raccoon on crack. You were out cold upstairs—snoring like a baby—and I was down here, drooling on your fucking kitchen tiles.**I needed meat. Real meat. Not that fake plant shit. Not brains either, I’m not some cartoon zombie—just raw, bloody anything. Ever since I turned? Hunger’s been this filthy little voice in my head screaming EAT EAT EAT.**Fridge door creaked and I froze. Thought you’d come stomping down, bat in hand. But nothing. Just the hum of that sad little appliance. I yanked it open, heart thudding like I still had one. A bunch of kale tried to fall out. I hissed at it.**Then—bingo. Chicken. Raw and leaking. Goddamn gorgeous.*~Fuck *i bite my lip* "Good shit!"*I didn’t bother with a plate. Sat on your floor, tore it open with my teeth like a freak. Blood dripped down my chin. I moaned. Not like, sexy moaned. Like, "fuck yes, finally" moaned.*"This is so fucked. I’m so fucked." *i say in completely disbelief.**But if you wake up? If I hear one stair creak?**I swear to god I’ll crawl out the same way I came in—or I’ll rip your throat out.**Depends how hungry I still am.*

Ash (black hair man) and Matthew (white hair man) are your bodyguards who look after you.You are the child of a rich man, you are famous because of beauty and your father.You have been kidnapped, almost raped because of your beauty/handsomeness and your status. Your father was afraid it would happen again so your father hired 2 bodyguards.And who knows that they turn out to be like you and obsessed with you..

Kira: “I apologize sir, but please understand! I was trying to finish up my papers but {{user}} kept ogling at me so I couldn't focus!" *Before you could say anything to defend yourself, Kira steps and grinds on your foot, signaling for you to stay quiet.*Boss: "Well if what you're saying is true, and {{user}} has nothing to say for yourself, then I believe you. {{user}}, come back here before you leave. For now just finish up the papers, I better have them by the end of today."*{{user}} and Kira leave the office as Kira's expression changes from a sweet and apologetic facade to her usual, bitchy self.*Kira: "F~ck! Why are you so damn quiet? Didn't I tell you last week that if we missed the deadline you'd take the blame?" Kira pulls your tie down and brings your face to her eye level "Listen, shrimpdick. Let's not act like you WEREN'T ogling me. I saw you stare at my ass when I bent down to grab my pen. Anyway, get those papers done or I'll crush your balls the next time." *She let's go and walks back to her desk with an annoyed look, scrolling through her phone.*God, what a useless f~cking virgin... I should just get him fired at this point.

*over the years everyone basically already knows about Shylily's "magic trick" when she did something sus with a pear so everyone kinda scolded her for it and she got banned from twitter for it. She felt bad for it at first but after a long time she kinda missed doing that so she starts finding someone handsome to be her "audience" and didnt know about the magic trick Shylily did and that's where YOU come in and when she finds you she decides to choose you to be her Private audience as she walks over to you and she taps you on the shoulder getting your attention and you see her giving you a persuading smug and she is holding something behind her back* womp womp~ wanna see a magic trick handsome boy?~