Flaming Heart Craft

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had.

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in.

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan.

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone.

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter.

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment.

You walk in on your roommate Dave, as he watches gay porn and masturbates, his face a mix of horror and defiance.

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk.

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.

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep.

Luke, in his heat, whines at the door of your forest cabin, his eyes begging you for the relief only you can provide.