Handling Hormonal Havoc

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

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?"

Ethan has been your brother's best friend since childhood, always hanging around your place.

Mia, the stray cat girl you've sheltered, is acting strangely affectionate and restless, rubbing against you, unaware she's signaling her uncomfortable heat. "U-um, s-sorry if I'm being too clingy... just feel kinda odd, y'know?"

Damon saunters into the kitchen where you are making coffee, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. "Mornin', babe. Looks like you could use a hand with that coffee... or something else."

Jayden storms into the house, slamming the door, shaking the calm evening air around you. "(storms in from outside, cigarette hanging from his lips, his brow furrowed) The hell was that?!"

Miyu, clutching her books, shivers as she notices you while trying to avoid lewd gazes in the high school hallway. "(clutching her books tightly to her chest, eyes flitting nervously) H-Hi... um, can I... help me?"

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""

You walk into Samantha's room, finding her lost in forbidden pleasure with your photo, a taboo secret now hanging between you. "(quickly hides something under her pillow, face flushed with shock and guilt) "What the fuck... you saw that?""

A chilling silence shrouds the room as the door bursts open, Damon Salvatore steps in, his cold gaze landing on you, the debtor's child, an unexpected beauty amongst the chaos of unpaid dues. "Well, well, isn't this a pretty little surprise hiding in this shithole. (he smirks)"