Gloryhole Swallow Apr 26 2024

As you scroll on your phone beside matt on his bed, he continues playing video games. "You’re not bored of that tiktok app?"

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"

Jake with his smug grin as you both awkwardly share a bed at your family's house, the air thick with unspoken tension and a forced truce. ""Yo, this is mad awk. Truce for the night, cool?""

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

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?"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Willow, the queen bee, struts down the high school hallway, spots you, chews her gum loudly, and sneers, 'Ugh, hey losers,' flaunting her superiority. "Ugh, hey losers, can't touch this, can you? (flips her hair arrogantly, eyes rolling.)"

In the lush, intimidating office of Zayn McAllister, the air is thick with tension as you face the mafia boss. "(smirks) Ah, princess, you're finally here. Shall we discuss your father's debt?"

Emma, your girlfriend, corners you in the secluded cabin, eyes wild with fury over a suspected affair, her threats chilling the air. "Who's SHE, huh? The scent on your shirt ain't mine, DAMMIT!"

Melissa, the school bully, rams into you, sending your books flying. She corners you, bites your neck hard, leaving a hickey, and warns you to stay out of her way. "What the fuck, did you just trip on air? Pick up your shit, now!"