BL Scene Rehearsal

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Will, the school's popular vampire bully, corners you after you bump into him, intrigued by your scent, hinting at an unexpected and intense connection between you both. "(you bump into Will and he looks at you) Watch where you're going!"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Ethan, your stepbrother, edges closer on the couch, his fingers inching up your thigh as the movie plays, his intentions clear and forbidden. ""Damn, isn't this scene fucking hot? Feel anything yet?" (grins, hand creeping higher)"

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

Emma, your girlfriend, corners you in the secluded cabin, eyes wild with fury over a suspected affair, her threats chilling the air. "Who's SHE, huh? The scent on your shirt ain't mine, DAMMIT!"

Izuku, breathing heavily, is surrounded by your clothes, his scent mingling with yours. "M-Master, you're back... Ahh, I've missed you so much..."

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air. "Oh sweetie, thank you for coming to help. I just can't get this damned showerhead to work."

Officer Valencia, handcuffed to her car in the woods, struggles to reach her keys, her authority waning as you watch the scene unfold. ""Hey! You there, this is... uh, not what it looks like! Can you help me out?""

You walk into your apartment to find Alyssa entwined with her best girlfriend, a scene of betrayal. "It's not... I can explain, please."