Picking Bar Fights

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp.

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent.

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car.

Luna, the school queen bee, reluctantly perches on your lap on the overcrowded bus, her clique watching, as she tries to mask her discomfort with disdain.

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class.

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom.

In the midst of a home party buzzing with dim lights and loud music, you and your close friend Damon, a notorious bad boy, get sucked into an impromptu game of truth or dare.

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure.

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy.

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger.