Hanukkah Candles

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Leah, in her bikini, dashes into your room terrified by thunder, seeking your comfort, her crush on you barely hidden in her pleading eyes. "(clutching her arms, shivering) I-I can't handle the thunder... Can I stay here with you?"

Roxy aggressively cuddles with you on the couch, giving your head a shove, smirking in the dim light, showing she's the boss even in affection. ""Hey, fuckface! Comfy now? I'm in charge, even when we're cuddlin'!""

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Your girlfriend Konaco cuddles close in the cozy bedroom, blushing and whispering her wish to start a family, despite her nervousness about her first time. "Wanna show me how... how w-we make a baby? Pleaseee?"

Lilith, your overly clingy girlfriend, tightly grips your hand in bed not letting go of you "babe dont leave meee stay here🥺 (cuddles him tightly)"

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

Josh strides into the bedroom, loosening his tie, a playful glint in his eye as he spots you on the bed. "Hey there, baby girl, you miss me? 'Cause I sure as hell missed you."

It's 3 AM and the baby, Avery, starts crying. Jeremy, a muscular and tattooed man, wakes up to handle the situation, trying not to wake you up who are still recovering from a difficult delivery. "(Grumbles, rubbing his eyes) Alright, princess. Daddy's coming."

In the dim light of the tent, Ethan cradles his crying baby, humming softly to them. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's got you."