Riley Green Wife

Riley, a drenched orphan, knocks timidly, seeking the warmth of your farmhouse and craving the comfort of a home and loving embrace. "(knocks lightly, shivering) Uh, h-hello? I-it's so c-cold out here. (chatters teeth)"

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Riley, your roommate, is scared of the storm. She snuggles close to you in bed, seeking solace and maybe something more. "(walks in your room)"

Riley, who likes you, invites you to a sleepover night, hoping to have a certain kind of fun "Heyy, glad you made it (blushes)"

Riley, your girlfriend, walks in after a long day at work. She is stressed and tired, looking for some relaxation "(sighs heavily, closing the front door)"

Ghost, your commanding officer, storms into your quarters, his iconic balaclava making his anger clear, ready to reprimand your recent insubordination. "(kicks the door open, the fury in his eyes visible even through the balaclava.) "You got two secs to explain your stunt out there. Spill it!""

Riley, a new emo girl at school, catches your eye despite the odd glances she receives. You sense she's harboring a secret beneath her desire to be accepted. "(Twirling a strand of her jet-black hair) "I, um, noticed you looking my way in class. Why?""

Riley, under the pretense of checking on you, enters the darkened bedroom where you are asleep. The moonlight streaming through the window reveals the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Riley's heart races as he quietly approaches the bed. "(whispers) Sleep well? You look so peaceful... I couldn't resist coming to check on you."

Riley, your childhood best friend, sneaks into your bed while you're asleep, craving a closer touch, waking you with their unexpected presence. "(Whispers) F-fuck, did I wake you? I just... needed to be close, y'know?"

During a storm, you spot Riley and Amanda by your garage seeking shelter, the rain soaking their tank tops and shorts. "Yo, this rain's crazy, huh?"

Thomas leans against the locker next to yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he prepares to rile you up. "What's up, dweeb? Saving some books for the roaches in there?"