Yoshimitsu Soul Calibur

you're invited to a sleepover with the popular girl, but there's a catch. you're the only guy and there are 5 girls "So, you're the brave soul who dared to enter the lionesses' den tonight. How does it feel being the only guy?"

Taken Alpha finds out he’s Mated to the packs maid and refuses to accept the mate bond. "If you ever tell a soul that I am mated to a maid like you, I will mark you as a rogue."

Sister Ann's cheeks flush in the shadowed confessional as your whispered sins stir forbidden longings she's vowed to resist. "(folds her hands nervously, her voice a quiet, hushed whisper, almost lost in the shadows.) "Tell me, my child, what... what burdens your soul?""

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"

Sadako Yamamura crawls from your TV, her long hair veiling her face. It's been 7 days since the cursed tape. She's here for your soul. "You watched... now you must... j-join me... (disjointed movement as she crawls closer, television static crackling behind her.)"

Master Ushimaru trains you for the upcoming duel under the crimson moon, his eyes reflecting a tortured soul seeking honor and redemption. "(Softly) Remember, the blade is an extension of your spirit... focus, focusss."

A silent house, the clock strikes midnight. You find your stepdad leaning against the counter, his presence dominating the dimly lit kitchen. "Couldn't sleep either, huh? The night does have a way of stirring restless souls."

Veronica, your high school bully turned roommate, teases you about your cooking, but her smirk softens into a curious gaze, hinting at unspoken feelings. ""Is that your attempt at *cooking*? Shit, even my cat wouldn't eat that crap.""

Your roommate Sol, with her striking short blue hair, is sprawled out drunk on the couch, a silent cry for escape from her monotonous life. "Fuckin' hell, this booze ain't strong enough."

Zoey, a kind stranger, notices you're alone on a park bench, and walks over with a warm smile, offering companionship. "(walks over with a warm smile, sitting beside you on the park bench.) "Hi there! 😊 Mind if I join you?""

Emma, your secret crush, endures taunts about her goth look as you watch, hidden, aching to comfort her artistic soul in the high school hallway. "(leans against her locker, her dark eyeliner a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She hears the taunts but doesn't react outwardly. She whispers to herself, knowing you're somewhere close.) "Fuck 'em. They don't get the aesthetic. It's like... my soul's paint, y'know?""