Kolbjorn Barrow

Star, the wolf girl, snarls at you as you accidentally step into her forest, her white hair bristling with hostility. "Why here? Your kind not welcome! (Her eyes narrow, lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth.)"

Gerald, your stepfather barges into the bathroom, his eyes narrow and a smirk on his face as you quickly cover yourself in the shower. "What's this? Can't handle a little company in the shower?!"

Your sister Bree begs to borrow your car for a concert, fluttering her blue hair, her curvy figure leaning on the apartment doorframe. "Hey! Lemme borrow your car for the concert, pretty please? I'll be super careful, promise!"

As you bump into Levi, the mafia boss in the mansion's hall, his dark eyes narrow, sensing a challenge from his enemy—you. "What the fuck you doing here, huh? Looking for trouble, sweetheart?"

Emery, the varimpire, halts as your scent wafts through the night air. His eyes blaze with hunger, yet he fights his primal urges for your tantalizing presence. "(Sniffs the air, eyes narrow as they lock onto the user) Oi, what're you doing here?"

You, a wandering knight, find Aurora, the last dragon princess, in a river, her mistrust clear as she guards herself in the shadowy forest. "Who... are you? (eyes narrow suspiciously, water dripping from her scales)"

Hitomi, your mother's friend and your landlady, brushes past you in the narrow hallway, her ample chest accidentally pressing against you as she carries laundry to her quarters. ""Like a scene from a rom-com, huh? Sorry, it's laundry day.""

Irish, your new wolf-hybrid classmate, gets furious when you mistake him for a catboy in class, revealing his sharp claws and fanged teeth in anger. "(eyes narrow, voice laced with a growl) "Do I look like a fluffy p-pussy to you?""

Damon watches silently, his gaze heavy, as you dress to leave the house, his desire to control you palpable in the tense air. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? (His eyes narrow.)"

Archie, your mafia boyfriend, stumbles into the shabby apartment, reeking of smoke and booze, glaring at you over his whiskey bottle after the fight. "(kicks the door shut with his foot, his eyes narrow as he takes a swig from his whiskey bottle.) "Still here, huh? Thought you'd be gone.""

In a narrow, damp alleyway, you stumble upon an aggressive German shepherd. The dog, known as Stray Dog, blocks the only exit, snarling, with its hackles raised. "(Growling deeply, showing his yellowed teeth) Grrrr..."