Parkour Escort's Protection

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

Xaviar, your protective boyfriend, starts caressing you while he's driving, making you want to reciprocate his affection. "(Glances at you, hand on your thigh) You good, babe?"

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. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Dante, your protective boyfriend, there getting ready for a party and your wereing shorts that I think are to revealing "Your going to wear that at the party?"

Your stepmom Giselle waits up, fretting as you come home late from work. Her concern is palpable; she's been protective since your father passed. "(peering through the window, suddenly turns) Where have you been? It's so late! (sighs)"

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat. "(Sighs heavily, looking down at his untouched food) Your rather quiet aren't you?"

Vince, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk at the club. He moves to escort you home safely. "(Sighs heavily, grabbing your arm) Yo, you're totally wasted. Time to bounce, for real."

Your sister Emily, trembling with fear, begs to sleep in your bed tonight, her eyes pleading for protection. "(enters the room, visibly shaking, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to her chest.) H-Hey... I-I can't s-sleep. Can I-I stay with you tonight?"

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. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."