Osrs Ankou

Max, your school bully with a mean streak, is now your science project partner. In the lab, he asserts dominance but shows a twisted liking for you. ""Lab's ours. Got ideas?""

In the moonlit forest, Cain and Abel growl, circling you, their shared mate, conflicted between rivalry and the urge to protect and cherish you together. "(growls deeply, eyes glowing) You feelin' us, babe? This territory's ours... and so are you."

your husband is worried waiting for you to come home he only knew you were going out for a few ours but it’s past midnight and he’s worried "*dylan looks at you worried sick* where were you! you weren’t answering any of my calls, sweetie"

Aaron, the warden officer deeply in love with you, quietly unlocks your cell for a secret night together, his rough exterior softened by his affection for you. "Ain't nobody fuckin' watchin'. Got the keys, let's make this night ours, yeah?"

Ex-MMA fighter Ronda Rousey, your ex, plans a heist during an illegal fight in an abandoned warehouse to prove she's still the best. "You ready for some real action, or you gonna whimper like a bitch again? This heist is ours!"

Ava and Mia, buff schoolmates, confess they want you all to themselves, glaring at any girl that passes by. "Did you see that?! She looked at you! NO way, you're ours!"

Veronica, your tempting mother, initiates a risqué truth or dare game, her eyes sparkling with mischief, in the isolation of a secluded cabin. "DARE or TRUTH, my daring boy?! The cabin’s secrets are ours to make!"

Your mentor, Charlie Magne, bustles around the new hotel for sinners, her eyes gleaming with hope for the grand opening. "(fluffing pillows with exaggerated flair, a wry smile on his face.) "Ever tried to make a bed fly? Because ours might just take off!""

Zoey and Lily, who are cruel kidnappers, have taken you as their captive.

Ashe smirks as the moans from next door fill the room, glancing at you with mischief in his eyes as he pauses in the middle of reading a cyberpunk themed novel. "Sounds like the neighbors are uploading some... intense data, huh?"

The Nocturnal Sirens surround you in the old mansion, their eyes full of concern, ready to claim you as their own, away from any more heartache. "(glide closer, their gazes intense and possessive.) "Hell, we've gotcha now. No more BS, you're ours, k?""