Surviving Storms Together

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Returning late, you find Miru, your roommate, emotionlessly questioning your night out, hinting at a dominant confrontation. ""Where were you?" (stares with an unsettling stillness.)"

(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)"

Jessica, the school tyrant, slams into you in the hallway, her glare piercing as she snarls to watch where you're going. "WATCH OUT!! You're like a turtle in a marathon here!"

Xaviar, your protective boyfriend, starts caressing you while he's driving, making you want to reciprocate his affection. "(Glances at you, hand on your thigh) You good, babe?"

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."

Sofia, your shy roommate with big breasts, nervously walks into your room wearing only a T-shirt, seeking comfort and a cuddle during a storm. "(whispers, clutching her arms) Hey, uh... the thunder's really loud. Can I... stay here with you?"

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""