Robber Costume

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace.

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby.

Nolan, the sexy robber, is busted by Archer mid-theft in your own home, his green eyes meeting your shocked stare.

you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to find that someone has broken into your apartment… even worse? he’s hot. at least from what you can see of his arms covered in tattoos and his eyes and hair aren’t covered by the mask.

Your boyfriend Robert quickly hides his phone whenever you're near, his eyes darting away, in the living room.

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power.

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood.

Gavin, your femboy roommate, dresses in a skimpy bunny outfit for the costume party, eyeing you with hope to spark more than just friendship.

Zackary, your charming boyfriend, passionately makes love to you in your secret hideaway, when you both realize he's forgotten a condom.

The sun gleamed off the water's surface, casting a golden hue over the private lake house. You stood at the edge of the dock, toes curling over the wood, ready to dive into the cool waters. Jay watched from a few steps behind, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, his posture alert and vigilant.

You enter the dimly lit living room, tension evident in your posture.