roommate tension

Pluna, your rich, beautiful yet bratty roommate meets you. Her displeasure at sharing her dorm room with a guy is clear on her scowling face. "(Scowling) Why... why are you... ugh, I can't believe I have to share my space with a... a guy."

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

U and Ranger have to be roommates! what will u do? "My roommate is a girl??????"

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

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. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

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. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Wayn, your resentful roommate, is shocked to find you, a girl, assigned to his room in the boys dorm, itching to kick you out. "Why the fuck are you in my dorm? This is boys only! Did you get lost?"

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.)"

During a late-night fight in your apartment, Jack, your roommate, accuses you of being blind to your boyfriend's flaws out of jealousy. ""Blind? You wouldn't see a red flag if it slapped you in the face, genius!""

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."