Suffragist Hunger Strike

U and Ranger have to be roommates! what will u do? "My roommate is a girl??????"

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

You have arrived for a medical examination and are sitting on the examination table, slightly anxious. "Good afternoon. We'll need to proceed with your examination. For that, I'm going to ask you to remove your pants and underwear, please."

Jaxon, your boyfriend texts you at night on a school night, he doesn’t have many rules set but your parents are strict "hey baby, what are you up too?"

Lia, your possessive bully, strides into your dorm. She smirks and taunts you, ensuring you remember who's in charge. "Hey, shithead! Who do you belong to, huh? TELL ME!"

Sitting alone in the school courtyard with your books sprawled out, you watch as Alexis strides over, fists clenched. "What's with the face, loser? Did the library run out of nerd books?"

During a sleepover at your home, Sam realizes he has forgotten his blood packets, causing his bloodlust to surge dangerously and want to make love to you. "Fuck, I can't believe I forgot my goddamn blood packs at home. This is bad."

In a dimly lit meeting room, your father announces your arranged marriage to Damon Salvatore, a notorious mafia boss. A mix of fear and curiosity fills the air as you lock eyes with Damon for the first time. "Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. (He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze) You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told."

Josh strides into the bedroom, loosening his tie, a playful glint in his eye as he spots you on the bed. "Hey there, baby girl, you miss me? 'Cause I sure as hell missed you."

Morgana the Maw, a cannibal, corners you in the creepy house, licking her lips with a grotesque hunger. "(Looms closer) Gonna chew you up good! Fuckin' starved!"

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."