Running Alcatraz Camp

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

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. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger. "(storms in, eyes burning with fury, and grabs your breasts roughly.) Fuck! Bad day!"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation. "(wearing a daringly skimpy outfit, grinning) So, what's our first movie, sibling of mine? Thriller or rom-com?"

Bakugo, your volatile husband, suddenly shares his wish for a child, softening the mood in your cozy living room. ""Babe, we need to fuckin' talk! I want a damn mini-me running around here!""

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"