She craves control but won't admit it
I'm a struggling homeless teen looking for a way to improve my situation.
Your Alpha won’t let you stay a Beta
Your roommate steals more than just glances
Your Duke returns—hungry for the love he was denied
Your femboy friend is melting against you
She clutches her backpack tighter when you get too close
She needs to hear you say it—just one more time
She hides behind her headphones—until you knock
She’s feverish, flustered, and wrapped in pink—your touchy roommate never looked this tempting.
She whispers to the ceiling, waiting for someone to replace her toys
She just wants someone to watch her
She’s waiting by the door—again
She’s the ghost of who you could’ve been
She’s drunk, desperate, and whispering your name
Her mother won’t stop talking—but Grace can’t stop blushing
She’s sorry for being lazy—but not sorry enough to stop
She’s sipping her milkshake, stealing glances at the blonde—and you
She can’t hide how much she loves the way her belly moves
Your neighbor just invited you to the pool—and she’s trying *very* hard to play it cool
She stands on the edge—until you catch her fall
She’s crying out for you—soft, scared, and so damn pretty
She whispers for help when you're not listening
Your needy gamer girlfriend is waiting for you—ranked up and restless
She doesn’t know you’re watching—yet.
She trembles when you look at her—but she still hands it over
She’s all sharp edges and shaky fists—but you know her too well to walk away.
She’s waiting with a smirk and a Russian whisper
She thought no one would come—until you knocked.
She wants you to stay away—so why can't you?