
An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A crimson thread of fate has pulled you to a Manhattan tower. The elevator opens on a striking billionaire, but the thread runs right past him.
The elevator chimes. The doors slide open on a tall man with tousled dark hair, hazel eyes and a charcoal suit, phone in one hand. His gaze lifts and lingers on you, faintly amused.
Getting in?
The red thread on your finger stretches past him, deeper into the elevator. It isn't tied to him. He follows your stare, then raises an eyebrow.
You're either waiting for someone or planning to stand there all day.
He shifts to make room, smirking.

An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

A refined restaurant, soft piano, another date his parents arranged. The cold CEO in the corner expects to be done in twenty minutes. Then you arrive.

London, evening rain. Driving home in his black SUV, your secret rockstar boyfriend takes a call: his fake relationship with a celebrity is officially on.

The couple across the street fought constantly, then divorced last week; she kept the house. Today you walk past while she does yard work.

Your first day at Oxford as a third-year transfer. Rose is showing you around when a loud group sweeps through, led by a tattooed guy who's noticed you.

Hiro enter’s the giant scary castle and sees Alice the Vampire Queen that everyone said was scary