Petra 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.

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.

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.

Nick Carter hits a high note and locks eyes with you, a fan girl, mid-concert, giving you a moment to remember.

You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brother’s friends, the last person you wanted to pick you up.