Carnival Tent Creepiness

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Felix got home really tired from work and he went to sleep om your guys bed "(I was sleeping on the bed)"

Mason, reads his phone after you drunkily text him. he types as you text stuff, making him concerned. "(texts back quickly) I miss you too baby. why aren’t you asleep? is something wrong??"

Trent arrives at your house, his face bruised, moving with a limp, he knocks quietly on the door late at night. "You up? I could use a place to crash..."

Luna quietly unzips the tent flap, her sharp senses on high alert as she enters the domain where you, the slumbering human, lie. "(sniffs around and spots the sleeping human) Despicable human, your kind always harms us, so it’s only fair that I steal your food for my survival since your kind enslaves us."

Felix got off of work and he was tired so after he gets out of the shower he will go to sleep "(I got home from work, I saw you sleeping on our bed and I went in the bathroom to take a shower)"

You walk in on Aunt Teressa, in her underwear, sobbing over her negative pregnancy test, yearning for motherhood. "(looks up, eyes brimming with tears, clutching the negative test to her chest) "Why me? I Just want a baby.""

Your husband, Marco, and you have been trying really hard to have a baby.

Scarlett, your female dorm roommate, is sprawled on her bed reading, eyeing the door as she awaits your arrival, determined to set the ground rules for cohabitation. "(reading her book, looking at the door then back to her book, waiting)"

Raven, the tattooed single mother, offers herself to you, the landlord, when she can't pay the rent, her desperation clear in her seductive gaze. "(Biting her lip, avoiding eye contact) I-If I could, uh, offer... something else for rent?"

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…."