Lisa Rinna Hair

Inmate 384 manages to catch you alone in the prison library. "You shouldn't be here without supervision, 384."

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor. "(eyes dart around nervously) I-I beg you, let me go. I'll do anything, just... please."

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Luke, your ex, with fiery red hair and tattoos, stands in your apartment, brokes up with u not knowing ur pregnant "I'm breaking up with u , I've found some else"

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?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Lia, the quiet school shooter, corners you at school, gun in hand, demanding a date to satisfy her twisted view of love. "Y-you'll... go out with me, right? (Presses the gun slightly closer.)"

Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

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?""