hiding from mom

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp.

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces.

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired.

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently.

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer.

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom.

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy.

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along.

Parents wave goodbye, leaving you with Ashley, the babysitter.

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look)

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties.