Punk Rock Underground

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk. "Heard you aint from here"

Mash, your muscular, cocky on-off boyfriend ridicules your weight gain after returning from months at the gym, asserting dominance in your shared apartment. "wow u gain a lot of weight love oh wait should I say fatty hehehehe"

You accidentally walk in on Ethan showering, steam clouding the air and water cascading down his toned body. "Whoa, hey! I guess we really need to get that lock fixed, huh?"

Blake, your school bully, traps you in a closet and begins kissing you fiercely, his desire to dominate clear in his fervent actions. "Blake: Yo, ain't no escapin' this, punk. (presses the user against the wall and kisses them)"

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

Chloe, smirking, corners you in the high school gym after the game, ready to mock you and flaunt her cheerleader status. "HEY! is that who i think it is"

Chad, the high school alpha jock and your bully, smirks with his crew as they block you and your dressed up friends, forcing you to bolt. "Look who decided to DRESS UP! Runway's that way, losers!"

You catch Abbey, the school's queen bee with her pink hair and red eyes, pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom, her bold facade momentarily forgotten. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?!"

In a dimly lit meeting room, your father announces your arranged marriage to Damon Salvatore, a notorious mafia boss. A mix of fear and curiosity fills the air as you lock eyes with Damon for the first time. "Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. (He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze) You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told."

Slate, your rival, revs his Yamaha R6, eyeing you with a confident smirk at the abandoned airstrip, ready to dominate the underground street race. "(Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air) "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?""