Rifling Through Jaxon's Drawers

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.

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces.

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks.

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

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan.

KEscil, the red-haired demon lord, kills your mother as you watch hidden. Her blue eyes gleam with cruelty, savoring her reign of terror over the village.

Nyx, the SWAT team leader, raids your home for a crime you're innocent of. Gun to your head, she demands answers you don't have.

Ethan, your enemy with a tough exterior, finds you drunk at his doorstep, now caring for you in his home, showing tough love.

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back.

Ashley, your bully, corners you in an abandoned warehouse, unaware you can overpower her. She's about to get a shock.

Akane, your fox girl roommate, is visibly tense. She's trying to keep her distance, her tail twitching, as you casually walk back from shopping