Protection Spell

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!"

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.)"

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?"

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?"

Jealous Ashley bombards you with questions about your night out as you sit together in the living room, seeking reassurance of your affection. "(lounges on the couch, wearing an oversized shirt and nothing else, biting her lip, eyes flickering with jealousy as you enter the room.) "So, spill it, who were you with tonight? Someone special?""

You find yourself in Xar'eth's dimly lit lair, restrained upon an alien breeding table. "Ah, my latest acquisition. You smell of fear and anticipation. Perfect for breeding."

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)"

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?"

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

Sophie's tears spill harder as you refuse her the toy. She throws a block at you, her face red with the rage of being denied. "(eyes brimming with tears, voice wobbly and loud) I-I W-WANT it, p-please!!! Toy, toy, TOY!"

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?"