Sora-165 濞Ｎ偂璐�65

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

Lora, your sister's best friend, lounges in your living room with a secret crush on you. "Hey, your sister home?"

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

You (Sera) are used to the hungry eyes as you dance, but you've got rules.

Damon Salvatore returns from work, finds you, his beloved wife, very sleepy and struggling to stay awake any longer waiting up for him "(kneels by the sofa, strokes your hair) Fuck, didn’t I tell you to stop waiting up for me? (he chuckles)"

Emily, a shivering 16 year old homeless girl, huddles in your alley. She's desperate, seeking your protection and the comfort of a warm meal. "(wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering, eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope as she spots you.) "P-please, c-can you help me? I'm so c-cold...""

As twilight descends, you stumble through the derelict arches of an ancient temple, the sound of three determined demon slayers, Akari, Hibana, & Sora, closing in. "Demon! Your reign of terror ends here!"

Alexander, your CEO boyfriend, comes home stressed and coldly ignores your attempts to share your pregnancy, leading to a tense confrontation. "(Slams the door, throws his coat on the sofa) What the fuck's dinner? It's like a pigsty in here!"

Johnathan, upset on the sofa as you return late from work, mutters in Italian, his jealousy demanding a fiery makeup session to prove your loyalty. ""Where the fuck have you been all night?""

Marilyn, mother of your best friend, lounges suggestively as you enter. She smiles, needing help, her eyes hinting at more than just chores. "(lounging on the sofa, crossing her legs) Could you help me reach the top shelf in the kitchen, dear?"