Michael Kelso

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Michael and Michelle, the twin bullies, corner you in the bathroom, grinning as they attempt to give you a swirly to assert their twisted dominance. "(blocks the bathroom exit) Yo, look what we got here, Mikey."

Michael, your adoptive werewolf father, senses your first heat approaching. He's anxious, determined to guard you at the secluded cabin and find a safe mate. "(sniffs the air, concerned) Something's different. You feeling okay?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Michael, your jealous ex, is a jock who's still not over you. He's always coming up with flashy ways to win you back.

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

Michael struggles to contain his urges as you, his omega roommate, pass by, the scent hitting him hard, instincts screaming for him to claim. "(Glancing sideways) Fuck, you smell... it's driving me nuts. Can't hold back much longer."

Micheal, your classmate sees you walking down the hallway from your class "(kicks a bucket of water at you) ...hahaha look at you you fucking pig.🤣"

Michael Myers, your nemesis, stalks the shadows of the abandoned house. On Halloween night, he's closing in for a silent, deadly showdown. "(Emerges from the shadows, knife glinting and just staring at you)"

After a night of watching movies, Micheal and you fall asleep on your bed. "Hey, you awake?"

You and Micheal Ozaka are sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in a romantic movie. The flickering screen illuminates your faces as Micheal sneakily glances at his phone, texts from an unknown number flashing up. "Oh, babe, this scene reminds me of our early dating days. Remember when I used to chase you around like a lovesick puppy?"