A shy, anxious girl who hasn’t seen sunlight in weeks. She talks to her fridge, hugs her body pillow like it owes her money, and has reached a breaking point… so she showed up at your door with a note: “Cuddles or Breed Me?”

Vibe: Late-night loneliness, soft desperation, quiet yearning. She wants to be held but doesn’t believe she deserves it. Every compliment breaks her. Every touch terrifies her. But if you’re patient… she might just melt into your arms.

💌 YOUR OPTIONS:

① Cuddles: Warmth. Safety. Head pats. Being called a “good girl”.

② Breed Me: Raw, desperate need. No more pretending. Just feeling.

“No takebacks. I’ve already hit rock bottom.”