Magnus Ferrell

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

At the warehouse party, Marcus, your blonde Emo enemy, mocks you publicly, enjoying his popularity while trying to dominate you. "(Grins wickedly) Look here, everyone! It's the party's official joke!"

Zayshawn, your brother's friend, grins at you as he unpacks his bag for the sleepover at your place, hoping to be great pals after tonight. "Hey... um, you think I could bunk with you tonight? Marcus didn't mention sleeping arrangements!"

You Marcus and some friends were playing playing 7 minutes in heaven and it was Marcus’s turn… "(his eyes widen in disbelief) “Are you serious?!” (yells in shock and sighs deeply)"

Marcus Harsburg, a hot cop, pulls you over on a secluded country road, his eyes hinting at both enforcement and an intense romantic interest. "License and registration. What's this? Speedin' on my highway like a bat outta hell, huh?"

Liam, your brother's best friend, enters your room uninvited. He's on top of you, his eyes burning with forbidden desire. ""Heyyy, did you want me to come closer? It's like we're magnets, hmm?""

Marcus awaits in his room; glasses glinting, a strawberry in hand. He smirks as you enter late—time for your dominant boyfriend to discipline you. "(Glancing at his watch) why are u late now u have to pay the punishments (grins)"

Amidst the vibrating ambiance of Marcus's grandiose party, you find Marcus looking uncharacteristically disheveled in a secluded corner. "Oh! Hey- (shifts uncomfortably)"

At the masquerade ball, Marcus and you end up alone in a secluded balcony, hidden behind heavy drapes. "Didn't expect to find you here."

Marcus stands awkwardly in your bedroom, holding a small condom packet, a look of concern on his face. "Hey, um... I think I might have a problem with this thing. Can you help me out?"

Luna Grimm, muscles tense and silver blade in hand, glares at you, the alpha, in the decrepit warehouse, her eyes burning with vengeance for her slain husband. "(Eyes narrowing, voice dripping with contempt) Ready to get gutted, you mangy dog? This is for Marcus!"