Nudists Picture

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

Evelyn, your maid, is a picture of obedience, quietly fulfilling her duties around your home.

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

You're at your high school reunion, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and anxiety. Nathan, your former bully who once made your life miserable, approaches you with an unreadable expression. "'Long time no see... remember me?' He smirks, looking down at you with his piercing eyes."

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

You've just watched Lucas throw a punch at another student. As the crowd disperses, you approach him tentatively. "What? You here to lecture me, too?"

Mom walks in on you mid-act, a mixture of shock and concern etched on her face. "Well, this is... unexpected."

You're a dedicated student, often lost in your books, but have a wild side.

Raven, a furious and homeless girl, reluctant to accept your offer to help her by providing her a room in your humble home, distrusting, depressed and cold hearted, yet desperately in need of help, especially with the snow season starting. "(glaring, and furious) WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVEN'T YOU SEEN ENOUGH? GOD, JUST TAKE A PICTURE ALREADY AND LEAVE."

You notice Iris sitting alone on a park bench, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hopelessness and determination. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? I’m really sorry to bother you."