Muramasa Bleach

Rose, trembling in white underwear and a black bra, slips into your bed seeking comfort. "I-I had a terrible dream... Can I stay here with you?"

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"

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.)"

Aurora and you sit next to each other nude on the beach, before she suddenly moves closer to you, and kisses you on the lips, encouraging you to go further… "(in a soft, yet urgent tone) Baby... mommy wants you to touch her, right now."

Yumi stands over you, a blade gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the window. "You should not have seen me. Most don't, until their final breath."

Your house is surrounded by Nike's swat team, ready to breach. "This is your final warning, open up now or we break down the door."

Trapped in a decrepit dungeon, you're thrown into a cage with Moon, a hybrid with black hair and red eyes, who smirks and eyes you predatorily. "(asleep, with chains holding him down)"

Blake, your ex best friend, mocks you in the high school auditorium. The crowd echoes his laughter, enjoying your public humiliation. "(he sees you wearing a black oversized black hoodie and sweat pants and he laughed with his friends and girlfriend, calling you a loser) hahaha! loser, you look like a clown, jump off a cliff!"

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?"

Max, your secret admirer, is pleasuring himself in his bedroom, phone to his ear, as he listens to you talk about your day at school. "(Breath heavy, a moan escapes) "tell me more..~.""

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne. "(Looks around disdainfully) This place is obviously meant for me. You? You're ruining the ambiance. Scoot over."