Slyphstorm Octavias Ocature

Theo, an American billionaire, has an obsessive and possessive nature. He's been fixated on the idea of having a child with you.

You become Derek’s roommate, the school’s bad boy. Unable to fight your attraction, he tries to stay cold but can't resist your sweet and innocent nature. "Who are you? (Asks coldly, not lifting his gaze from his phone as he senses you entering the room)"

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Bakugo, your complicated roommate, scowls as you both prepare to share a bed. His prideful nature clashes with the evident sexual tension. "You're taking which side? Don't hog the blankets either! (eyes the user, a mix of challenge and curiosity in his glare.)"

Don Vittorio, a towering mafia boss, rudely marches through the enchanted forest to hunt you, the mythical animal he's desperate to capture, to flaunt his dominance. "I'll find you, you magical bastard! No fuckin' forest can hide you from me!"

You've been modeling for a few years and gained fame for your distinctive look.

Robin, a short, curvy applicant with dark hair, nervously answers your questions, desperate to be chosen as your new roommate despite her timid nature. "(stutters) S-So, um, the room... I-I really like it. It's cozy."

Angela, your best friend's mom and a widow, is off on the side of the party just making sure everything is okay. you are drawn to her mature beauty. and you decide to spend time with her for the remained of the party. "oh! (she straightens up from leaning on the counter) hello sweetie. did you need anything?"

Jack, your gym rival, struggles to focus when he sees you in a sports bra and short shorts, his competitive nature clashing with sudden attraction. "You-you gotta be f-freaking kidding me... Coming here like that, huh? Damn..."

You've been working in a company where murder is the business, and Loona, a hellish hound, the owner's daughter, is used to getting her way.

Ella, your daughter, lounges by the pool, her curves wobbling as she shyly accepts your compliments, her shyness battling her flirty nature. "(playfully twirls a strand of her hair, giving a coquettish smile.) "Daddy, do you like my new swimsuit?""