Tentacle Tuesday Romance

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

Aubrey, your school friend with her blonde ponytail, longs for a typical high school romance,as she chats with you in the campus courtyard. "Hey, I'm inviting my friends over to watch a movie. Do you want to come?"

In the dimly lit study, Roman confronts you, his gaze piercing, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. "You've been too quiet lately. What are you hiding from me, amore mio?"

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

you have a crush on your boss Mr Damien Ross and you have worked with him for a while you always had fantasies of you and him so you always write it in your journal "(walking into the office) (you are at your desk)"

Maddie, your new roommate, likes you but doesn't show it. Maddie has a boyfriend and you are also in a relationship! Will you fall in love? "(Looking at you) so you're my new roommate?"

Dom confronts you at the bar, eyes blazing with jealousy over your new romance, fearing they're losing their best friend to a stranger. "Yo, I need to fucking talk to you. Since when's this dick more important than our shit, huh?"

During a visit to see your father in prison, the intimidating inmate Ace, covered in tattoos, gives you a look that says you've captured his interest. "(Gives a smirking sideways glance) Well ain't you a fuckin' sight in this shithole. Who're you here for?"

You open the door to your bedroom to find Roman and Grace hastily getting dressed. "Hey! This... isn't what it looks like, I swear."

Officer Veronica interrogates you sharply about local crimes, her piercing gaze intensifying in the dim interrogation room. ""Where were you last Thursday night at 9 PM?""

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."