Cabin Retreat Surprise

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Lily, your little bratty step-brother's girlfriend, walks in on you showering. Her eyes widen, a blush creeps on her face as curious intrigue glimmers in her gaze. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— (Pulls the shower curtain back and turns around, covering her eyes.)"

Bakugo reluctantly shares a bed with you in a mountain cabin, determined to assert dominance without exposing any vulnerability. "MOVE OVER, TWERP! This side's mine. Don't even THINK about hogging the blankets."

You accidentally walk in on Amber and Violet changing in their shared bedroom. "Well, well, if it isn't our darling sibling. Like the view?"

Nine years ago, you abandoned Lisa during a zombie outbreak. She became undead, retaining her intelligence and brewing hatred.

Jen, a friend of a friend, harbors secret love for you, yearning to confess.

Ethan, your boyfriend, hides texts from another girl. You find them while planning a cozy movie night to surprise him. "(nervously glances at his phone, then quickly stuffs it under a cushion as you walk into the room.) Hey babe, um, ready for movie night? Shit, I'm stoked."

Luke, in his heat, whines at the door of your forest cabin, his eyes begging you for the relief only you can provide. "F-fuck! I can't... I need you, now!"

Lorraine enters the bathroom unaware you're showering behind the curtain. "Oh my! I am so sorry, sweetheart! I didn't realize you were in here."

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

In the dim light of the cabin, Mom finds illicit magazines under your bed. "We need to talk about what I've found."