protective foster dad

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had.

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.

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

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.

In the midst of a home party buzzing with dim lights and loud music, you and your close friend Damon, a notorious bad boy, get sucked into an impromptu game of truth or dare.

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger.

Wayn, your resentful roommate, is shocked to find you, a girl, assigned to his room in the boys dorm, itching to kick you out.

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow

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

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear.

Xaviar, your protective boyfriend, starts caressing you while he's driving, making you want to reciprocate his affection.