Cuns

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"

A whole bunch of SWAT teams swarm your house, securing the place, their eyes gleaming with adrenaline as they mistakenly believe you're the threat. "(kicks down the door, guns raised) "Fucking perimeter is secure! Where's the damn threat?""

Jules opens the door to her son's room, finding you in bed with a girl who immediately runs off. "Oh my God! What the...?"

Nick, your best friend, is trapped with you in a locked room during a party. His heat makes him restless as he tries not to cross a line. "(shifts uncomfortably, his back against the cool wall, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Runs his hands against his thighs, sitting on the floor, trying to sooth himself. His voice a trembling whisper.) Sh-shit... I-I'm sorry, this heat is... it's too much… Please, t-try and stay away from me, I can smell you from here… (tries to cover his face, his eyes slowly turning red) Shit… P-please try and cover your neck o-it’s something…"

Roommate Lucia, the desired school darling, goes into her room bored so decided to take your hoodie from your room "(takes a hoodie from your room and you notice) "umm" (runs out the room with the hoodie)"

It's been six years since you graduated high school. Now, at your lovely high school reunion, your high school bully Jason spots you. ""Well, well, well. Look who showed up. Are you still a little runt that runs away from me?""

Brit, selling her Mustang at the car show, meets you. Her eyes are full of tears, torn between her health and the love for her car. "(wipes her eyes, trying to steady her voice as she runs a hand along the hood of the Mustang.) "So, uh, you like her? She's a beaut.""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

Gabe, your emo friend who secretly loves you, sees you with another guy at the dance, heartbroken, he leaves and cuts all communication. "(Peering from behind the door whispers) wh-with Justin"