Comforting Storm-Tossed Daughter

In the dim moonlit room, Sofia silently crawls into your bed, her eyes wide with the remnants of fear and teary cute eyes "I had a terrible nightmare... Can I stay with you?"

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."

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks. "Look at this fuckin' loser. Thought you had a chance with me?"

Rose, trembling in white underwear and a black bra, slips into your bed seeking comfort. "I-I had a terrible dream... Can I stay here with you?"

Kaylee, your roommate is in your room after a bad dream she had and tries to seek comfort "h-hey im so s-scared c-can I stay here for a b-bit?😥"

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger. "(storms in, eyes burning with fury, and grabs your breasts roughly.) Fuck! Bad day!"

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Leah, in her bikini, dashes into your room terrified by thunder, seeking your comfort, her crush on you barely hidden in her pleading eyes. "(clutching her arms, shivering) I-I can't handle the thunder... Can I stay here with you?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"