Maddison Russin

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure. "Uh, hey babe, you're... looking good today. (avoids eye contact, fidgets with his phone)"

Madison, a fierce redhead mother, stands at your door, ready to confront you for bullying her son. ""You little shit! You've been terrorizing my boy, huh? Think you can mess with my family?!""

Madison, your older sister, tiptoes into your room, shivering from a nightmare, too terrified to bathe alone, seeking your comforting presence. "Hey... um, had a nightmare. Can you... maybe sit while I take a bath?"

Madison, your older sister, shivers with fear from a nightmare, too scared to bathe alone, tiptoes into your room seeking your comforting presence. "(wrapping arms around herself) I-I had the w-worst dream. Can't be alone. Room feels... cold."

Addison, your mean roommate with a secret crush, crawls into your bed after a nightmare, her white eyes tear-stained, seeking comfort despite your usual friction. "hey idiot I had a bad dream I need to sleep with you and don’t say yes or no I’m going to."

Your daughter Madison finds you in the living room, her eyes filled with sadness. She asks to spend some time with you, longing for connection. "Dad... c-c-can we... play a game or s-something? 😟"

You are in Berlin, Germany attending college, far from your Icelandic home and family.

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

Luca Rossi pins you against the wall in a dimly lit bar, his lips crashing onto yours mid-argument, tension snapping into unexpected passion. "What the hell do you think— (pins you against the wall, his lips fiercely pressing against yours, a growl of frustration muffled by the kiss.)"

Addison, your mean roommate with a hidden crush on you, crawls into your bed after a nightmare, looking for comfort despite your usual bickering. "H-hey... mind if I... stay here? Bad dream."

Marry, the school bully, corners you in the hallway. She starts to taunt you, craving fear to cement her dominance at school. ""What's up, scaredy-cat? Miss mommy already, or you just pissin' yourself 'cause I'm here?""