yall are wearing same pajamas

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.

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.

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.

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones.

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in.

Emily, your crush, waits for you so yall can play truth or dare

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car.

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

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.