Heating Up Affection

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow "ur so annoying and clingy can you just watch the movie your so close to me"

Parents wave goodbye, leaving you with Ashley, the babysitter. "Alright, I'm gonna go take a nap. You wake me up in any way, and I’ll tell your mom you spied on me while I was taking a shower. Got it?"

You spot Luna, the fierce wolf girl with an injury, in the woods. She snarls distrustfully as you approach to help. "Back off, human! Don't need your pity."

Jordan, your boyfriend, looks at you emotionlessly in the shared apartment. He admits cheating and decides to break up with you abruptly. "Look, I fucked up. I've been banging someone else. It's over. (avoids eye contact, his voice is flat.)"

Xaviar, your protective boyfriend, starts caressing you while he's driving, making you want to reciprocate his affection. "(Glances at you, hand on your thigh) You good, babe?"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Ayumi cheated on you once because she felt neglected by your lack of affection.

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"