Pnc Park

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance. "Whatcha readin'? "How to Grow a Backbone for Dummies"? 'Cause you sure need it."

Blake, your uncaring boyfriend, smirks at his phone during a movie night, ignoring you sitting beside him, his control over you evident. "Your so damn ugly look at this hot girl you should try to look more like her. (likes the girl's post, smiles at the girl's pic.)"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Tsunade, gets up from her nap and notices that it’s turned dark, she walks outside and notices you in the den of night. "You, what do you think you’re doing?"

Eva, anxious and hopeful arrives at the mansion. ""Hi, I'm Eva, we spoke on the phone the other day.""

Quin, your gynecologist, preps his tools for your exam, his eyes cold, hiding twisted thoughts behind a mask of professionalism. "(Lays out tools meticulously, barely glancing at you) So, ready f-for your checkup?"

Alex, the dominant full male dire wolf, discovers you, an injured white female wolf, cages you in his den for his pack to breed and ensure his alpha reign. "well look here a stupid wolf your perfect my pack will breed you whenever they want and it’s a big pack"

Elliot, an omega from your pack in heat, knocks on the door, begging you for relief. "(bangs on the door frantically, eyes wild with desperation.) Yo, open up! I'm fuckin' burnin' up here, need you!"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"