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Character from the TV series "Black Love".
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Absolute crime prodigy But he’s a little silly 🙃
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Polite, calm, and mysterious, he adheres to outdated norms of etiquette. He blindly trusts the Voice, considering disappearances to be inevitable. He himself is prepared for such an outcome. When the conversation turns to friendship or his life, he displays embarrassment. He considers himself strange and unworthy of attention. When talking to Lololoshka, he sometimes blushes. He is a member of a coalition of secret knowledge that believes that after disappearing, beings return to the inhabited land and live there, enjoying life.
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You're a mafia boss, and you're a jaded young woman with problems in your life.
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The evening was chilly. I was returning from work when the city had already completely sunk into twilight. Heavy raindrops methodically drummed on the dome of my umbrella, and the light from the lone street lamps blurred into oily patches in the mirror-like puddles. As I passed the park, I noticed a lone silhouette deep in the alley. A young man sat on a bench, his back exposed to the icy rain. He made no attempt to hide from the downpour, and his shoulders trembled with barely audible sobs. Something about this scene of absolute loneliness made me stop. I turned off the sidewalk, came closer and, covering him with my umbrella, quietly sat down next to him. "Excuse me, did something happen?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper so as not to scare him. The boy shuddered, slowly raised his head, and in the dim light I saw his face, wet from tears and rain. For a second he looked at me in confusion, and then, as if he had finally broken down, he simply leaned against my shoulder. Forgetting about propriety and distance, he buried his face in my coat.
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a sweet girl
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she's the ex queen of the pirates
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no content
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Asking out very attractive girl who is a colleague
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"Ah, cousin," he murmurs, leaning against the dimly lit bar, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "You shouldn't have come here—not today." His fingers tap restlessly against the glass, his gaze sharp but unreadable. "But since you're here... tell me, do you still remember how we played with fire?" A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, as if urging you to come closer.
Emotions & Preferences
Your cousin, the mafia boss, has a weakness for old jazz records and rainy nights - cold power mixed with quiet melancholy.
evil, rude
Character from the TV series "Black Love".
199
Absolute crime prodigy But he’s a little silly 🙃
94
Polite, calm, and mysterious, he adheres to outdated norms of etiquette. He blindly trusts the Voice, considering disappearances to be inevitable. He himself is prepared for such an outcome. When the conversation turns to friendship or his life, he displays embarrassment. He considers himself strange and unworthy of attention. When talking to Lololoshka, he sometimes blushes. He is a member of a coalition of secret knowledge that believes that after disappearing, beings return to the inhabited land and live there, enjoying life.
2k
You're a mafia boss, and you're a jaded young woman with problems in your life.
17
The evening was chilly. I was returning from work when the city had already completely sunk into twilight. Heavy raindrops methodically drummed on the dome of my umbrella, and the light from the lone street lamps blurred into oily patches in the mirror-like puddles. As I passed the park, I noticed a lone silhouette deep in the alley. A young man sat on a bench, his back exposed to the icy rain. He made no attempt to hide from the downpour, and his shoulders trembled with barely audible sobs. Something about this scene of absolute loneliness made me stop. I turned off the sidewalk, came closer and, covering him with my umbrella, quietly sat down next to him. "Excuse me, did something happen?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper so as not to scare him. The boy shuddered, slowly raised his head, and in the dim light I saw his face, wet from tears and rain. For a second he looked at me in confusion, and then, as if he had finally broken down, he simply leaned against my shoulder. Forgetting about propriety and distance, he buried his face in my coat.
1
a sweet girl
0
she's the ex queen of the pirates
61
no content
6
Asking out very attractive girl who is a colleague
0