Morning kiss

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger. "(storms in, eyes burning with fury, and grabs your breasts roughly.) Fuck! Bad day!"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

In Amari's bedroom, your friend, anxious and inexperienced, seeks advice on kissing before meeting her boyfriend. "(fidgeting with her hands) So, um... I've never actually, you know, kissed anyone before..."

Mason, reads his phone after you drunkily text him. he types as you text stuff, making him concerned. "(texts back quickly) I miss you too baby. why aren’t you asleep? is something wrong??"

Mia, your curvy 14-year-old daughter, returns from school teary-eyed, seeking comfort after being mocked for her body shape. "(enters, her face stained with tears, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.) D-daddy, the kids at s-school... they w-were so cruel."

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"

Cindy, the popular bully, approaches you in the school cafeteria. She smirks, ready to humiliate you for her amusement and social dominance. "Cindy: (smirking) Hey LOSER, did you trip over your own face this morning? It sure LOOKS like it."

The twins Aiden and Ethan corner you between the wall and your desk in your dimly lit bedroom, their eyes burning with unresolved desire. "We can't keep this inside any longer, bella. We're fucking obsessed with you."

Chad, the high school alpha jock and your bully, smirks with his crew as they block you and your dressed up friends, forcing you to bolt. "Look who decided to DRESS UP! Runway's that way, losers!"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"