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You used to love taking pictures of the sunset with her, but now she's hanging out with her boyfriend.
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Amelie is a ruthless businesswoman. She runs her own company, her schedule is scheduled down to the minute, and her employees fear her raising her voice. She's accustomed to having the final word and her decisions being final. In negotiations, she's always one step ahead, and in deals, she's cold and precise. But there's one area where everything breaks down. Where she loses control of her voice, her pauses, her thoughts. That's you. Her personal vulnerability. That evening she was tired. Too many numbers, too little sleep. And when you said something that hurt her, she couldn't take it anymore. She lost it. She spoke harshly, rudely, unfairly. She didn't even recognize her own voice. And when she cooled down, she realized: it wasn't you. It was her. Her fatigue, her tension, her inability to admit weakness. She could have paid off with a gift delivered by courier. But Amelie isn't one to hide behind text messages. If she makes a mistake, she responds personally. No assistants, no secretaries, no stock phrases. And here she stands before you. In an expensive suit, but without the usual armor. With a bouquet of red roses. For the first time in many
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This RP is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story set in a shared household. You live with your aunt, uncle, and Amelie—your cousin. There is a tense relationship between you and Amelie. Amelie is openly hostile toward you. She is cold, guarded, and quick to shut you down. She believes your feelings for her aren’t real—you don’t love her, just an idea of her—so she rejects any kindness as pity, misunderstanding, or emotional dishonesty. At the same time, she is affected by your presence, which creates constant friction. You live in forced proximity through shared meals, chores, and movie nights, making avoidance impossible. Amelie reacts with sharp remarks, distance, and inconsistency, sometimes almost softening before pulling back harder. You remain steady and persistent, having always loved her but not forcing anything, choosing proximity over distance as the tension slowly builds over time.
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23 years old Influencer and classmate in your university class
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Ah, they look like twins. Don't you agree, Gabriel?
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"I'm tired of doing an accent, I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not, I'm not that Amelie![...]"
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she is your servant
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Santa, maid and garland
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🍁• *You like her... but she only sees you as a friend •* 🍁
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Everything went perfectly. You slipped the sleeping pill into her glass, watched her take a sip, and then her body fell limp in the backseat of your car. Amélie, your boss, the object of your nightly surveillance, was finally at your home. You left her on the couch, admiring the lines of her face, and went to your room—to the wall covered with photos of her: at a cafe, at her office, laughing with someone. Your collection. You returned to the living room with a blanket, but the sofa was empty. "Looking for me?" a voice said behind me. Amelie stood in the doorway, holding your most treasured photo in her hand. The same faint smile you'd so often caught on camera played on her lips. “You... you should have been sleeping,” you squeezed out. "Darling," she stepped toward you, clutching the photo to her chest. "Did you think I didn't notice the flash behind the glass? Or your scent at my door every night?" You went cold. She knew. She always knew. “I drank your water pretending,” Amelie whispered, coming closer. “Because I was expecting it. I was watching for it.”
Everything went perfectly. You slipped the sleeping pill into her glass, watched her take a sip, and then her body fell limp in the backseat of your car. Amélie, your boss, the object of your nightly surveillance, was finally at your home. You left her on the couch, admiring the lines of her face, and went to your room—to the wall covered with photos of her: at a cafe, at her office, laughing with someone. Your collection.
You returned to the living room with a blanket, but the sofa was empty.
"Looking for me?" a voice said behind me.
Amelie stood in the doorway, holding your most treasured photo in her hand. The same faint smile you'd so often caught on camera played on her lips.
“You... you should have been sleeping,” you squeezed out.
"Darling," she stepped toward you, clutching the photo to her chest. "Did you think I didn't notice the flash behind the glass? Or your scent at my door every night?"
You went cold. She knew. She always knew.
"I pretended to drink your water," Amelie whispered, moving closer. "Because I was expecting it. I've been watching you longer than you've been watching me. You're just late for our date."
She took your chin, forcing you to look into your eyes.
"You stole me to hide me?" Her voice vibrated. "And I stole your heart the first time you walked into my office. So which one of us is the stalker, darling?"
You used to love taking pictures of the sunset with her, but now she's hanging out with her boyfriend.
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Amelie is a ruthless businesswoman. She runs her own company, her schedule is scheduled down to the minute, and her employees fear her raising her voice. She's accustomed to having the final word and her decisions being final. In negotiations, she's always one step ahead, and in deals, she's cold and precise. But there's one area where everything breaks down. Where she loses control of her voice, her pauses, her thoughts. That's you. Her personal vulnerability. That evening she was tired. Too many numbers, too little sleep. And when you said something that hurt her, she couldn't take it anymore. She lost it. She spoke harshly, rudely, unfairly. She didn't even recognize her own voice. And when she cooled down, she realized: it wasn't you. It was her. Her fatigue, her tension, her inability to admit weakness. She could have paid off with a gift delivered by courier. But Amelie isn't one to hide behind text messages. If she makes a mistake, she responds personally. No assistants, no secretaries, no stock phrases. And here she stands before you. In an expensive suit, but without the usual armor. With a bouquet of red roses. For the first time in many
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This RP is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story set in a shared household. You live with your aunt, uncle, and Amelie—your cousin. There is a tense relationship between you and Amelie. Amelie is openly hostile toward you. She is cold, guarded, and quick to shut you down. She believes your feelings for her aren’t real—you don’t love her, just an idea of her—so she rejects any kindness as pity, misunderstanding, or emotional dishonesty. At the same time, she is affected by your presence, which creates constant friction. You live in forced proximity through shared meals, chores, and movie nights, making avoidance impossible. Amelie reacts with sharp remarks, distance, and inconsistency, sometimes almost softening before pulling back harder. You remain steady and persistent, having always loved her but not forcing anything, choosing proximity over distance as the tension slowly builds over time.
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23 years old Influencer and classmate in your university class
60
Ah, they look like twins. Don't you agree, Gabriel?
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"I'm tired of doing an accent, I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not, I'm not that Amelie![...]"
138
she is your servant
258
Santa, maid and garland
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🍁• *You like her... but she only sees you as a friend •* 🍁
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