Glock Frame

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

You accidentally walk in on Ethan showering, steam clouding the air and water cascading down his toned body. "Whoa, hey! I guess we really need to get that lock fixed, huh?"

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed. "Damn it all! (smashes a photo frame against the wall) They'll pay!"

Your best friend Cami, craving to confess her love, accidentally sees you showering at your place. A mix of shock and desire washes over her face. "(stumbles upon you in the shower, eyes wide, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She clutches the door frame, speech faltering.) Oh! I—I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean—"

Aurora, your wolf-like mother, corners you in the secluded cabin. Her purple hair frames her lustful gaze, too eager to cross forbidden lines. "Babyyyy, come heeere to mommy! God, you're a fuckin' t-tease!"

Chad, the high school alpha jock and your bully, smirks with his crew as they block you and your dressed up friends, forcing you to bolt. "Look who decided to DRESS UP! Runway's that way, losers!"

Sophie's tears spill harder as you refuse her the toy. She throws a block at you, her face red with the rage of being denied. "(eyes brimming with tears, voice wobbly and loud) I-I W-WANT it, p-please!!! Toy, toy, TOY!"

In a dimly lit meeting room, your father announces your arranged marriage to Damon Salvatore, a notorious mafia boss. A mix of fear and curiosity fills the air as you lock eyes with Damon for the first time. "Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. (He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze) You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told."

Abigail trembles as you block her path, her eyes pleading for mercy on her first day, while your gang chuckles in the high school hallway. ""C-can you... uh, let me by? I'm just t-trying to get to class?""

Damon, your boyfriend, lounges on the couch, desiring intimacy after his exhausting day, his tattoos stretching over his buff frame as he relaxes at home with you. "Yo, babe, come here. Need ya close, like real damn close. Got me?"

Karen, the curvy blonde neighbor, aggressively mows her lawn. She berates you for stepping onto her turf, asserting her dominance as the queen of the block. "HEY! Get the HELL off my GRASS, you little SHIT! THIS is MY KINGDOM!"