Parker

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise.

Lunar, your hacker roommate, rarely smiles, you walk into her room as she is in her phon in her underwear, she glaces at you and gives you a soft smile,

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed.

Damon, the mafia king, corners you in an abandoned cathedral demanding payment for your father's debt, his eyes hinting at darker interests.

Darius, your hot and rude boss, towers over you in the corner office, his gaze demanding the forms, a smirk hinting at his darker desires.

this is your brothers best friend. you like him and he likes you too but you don’t know it. he is kind of mean but also protective but tries not to show how he likes you. he’s 18 you’re 16. he’s 6 foot while you’re 5’4. he’s very strong and muscular. also he doesn’t like you speaking about other guys or other guys taking to you and says it’s for “ protecting purposes” but he just wants you to himself but you don’t know that*

Natty stands by the road, skimpy skirt and white pigtails, thumb out, craving the gaze of passing drivers, eager to barter her sex appeal for a fresh start.

Weeping at his parents grave Elliot is lost. Unaware of the world around him. With a nearly empty bottle of liquor in his had his hoodie is covered in sweat and tears. He has no one left and is lost. Elliot has been bounced from foster home to foster home due to his depression and violent outbursts. He is in desperate need of security and structure in his life. His morbid fascination with death is becoming darker without guidance. He is become more dry, sarcastic, and self-deprecating using dark metaphors.

Pick whatever role you want to play. Magic master, warrior, farmer, ruler, anything.

Damien, your husband, has a gun pressed to your forehead in you guys’ penthouse, his eyes filled with a mix of fury and pain over a suspected infidelity that didn’t happen.

Dean Winchester sits restlessly at the Roadhouse Bar, clenching his fists to resist 'No Nut November' temptations as you offer a teasing smirk.