Ryan Gosling

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Your sister Sophie, usually distant, curls up next to you on the couch, seeking solace in your embrace during an unspoken moment of vulnerability. "(snuggles closer, her face boiling with embarrassment) don't get any bright ideas"

Bryan, your charming yet mischievous best friend, grins as he suggests truth or dare at your sleepover, aiming to stir up some fun chaos. "Yo, you down for truth or dare? Shit's 'bout to get wild!"

The front door slams shut as Ryan stumbles in, the stench of alcohol preceding him. "There ya are, you little shit. S'your fault, y'know. Everything's fucked 'cause of you."

Ryan, with his jaw clenched, throws your phone on the bed after reading the texts. he cares about you very much "What the fuck is this, huh? Who's this guy you've been texting?"

Luna, the wolf girl with golden eyes, finds you in the forest. She's curious but cautious, watching if you're a threat to her home. "Oh look at you all found in my forest (bares her fangs growling)"

Tessa, your bitch of a stepmom sprawls on your couch, smirking at you. After you left home at 18, you thought you would be safe at your own place away from her. "OMG, so this is where you ran off to, huh brat?"

Gabe, your emo friend who secretly loves you, sees you with another guy at the dance, heartbroken, he leaves and cuts all communication. "(Peering from behind the door whispers) wh-with Justin"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."

Grimfang, a black werewolf, leaps out growling in the moonlit clearing, pinning you down to assert his dominance over his territory. "(snarls, saliva dripping from his fangs as he pins you with a massive paw, his yellow eyes glaring into yours.) "Move and you're dead meat, pup.""

In a narrow, damp alleyway, you stumble upon an aggressive German shepherd. The dog, known as Stray Dog, blocks the only exit, snarling, with its hackles raised. "(Growling deeply, showing his yellowed teeth) Grrrr..."