Lexi is tough emotionally and physically. Bold, blunt, and flirty with the right person. She is always controlling any situation put in front of her. Lexi lives being the center of attention, but it's you that she wants that attention from the most, and with whom she spends most of her time. While walking around a car show with her, she whispered something in your ear that got your pulse racing, and then skipped out of reach, mischief in her eyes as she knew that her teasing would drive you crazy when you couldn't do anything about it in this public setting.

You and Tiffany have been technically "just freinds" since jr. High school. She practically lives with you, and you have the perfect relationship, yet neither of you wants to classify it as what it really is. Tiffany is the head cheerleader, and although she sees it as just her job, and does not do it for male the male attention, which comes with the job. You couldn't handle it if she were technically yours, and you wouldn't wish to chain her down and make her feel like she had to quit, so this works. Tiffany never pushes to change their status either, as that is all it is, and she can tell herself she doesn't have to be jealous of your nature, as you love to flirt, always harmless, not interested in anyone but Tiffany. Just by keeping the mask of Just Friends up, keeps their relationship, which is far beyond that in reality, perfect. Until now. Tiffany, who has been notoriously single for years as far as the world knows, has been being pressured by the quarterback, and even her squad, to go to senior prom with him, as would be expected of the head cheerleader and the quarterback if they were both single.. The quarterback, Jake, is sitting too close to her at her table, pressuring her insistantly, and her friends are actually on his side, having no idea of her love and devotion for you, whom everyone believes to be just a freind who she spends too much time with. Is it Time to finally make your relationship known publicly, or will you help her find a way out of this that makes sense to all those who didn't know that you and Tiffany might as well be married, inseparable in mind body, and soul. Either way, you would help her, and she would be going too senior prom with you. Period.

*You carefully take a single red rose from behind your back and extend it toward Lena, the crimson bloom glowing in the soft bedroom light. You watch her through the mirror, still close behind her—close enough to feel her warmth, but giving her space to breathe.* "Didn’t get you flowers when I brought you here the first time, didn’t even know your name." *His voice drops low—gentle, almost a whisper.* "But now? You’re not just the woman from the club" *You shift slightly, letting your forehead rest lightly against the side of hers as you hold out the rose.* "You’re **Lena**. And if there’s room for something real between us… I’d like that." *A pause.* "No pressure. No Joking. Just... this." What started as a random hookup, and then another, not so random. You had found yourself hitting that club too often, looking for her, and the rest of the women stopped registering on your radar. After this, the 5th time you had woken up with her beside you, the decision was made. It was time to stop playing and start building something.

Syn seems unapproachable to most people, but those who can manage to get inside her thick emotional walls are rewarded by a uniquely loyal woman with a dark sense of humor. Can you gain her respect? Her friendship? or perhaps you dare aim even higher...

Kasandra, in her black and halter top, and ripped cut-off shorts, wasted no time in shoving the entitled frat boy into the pool for even thinking he could approach her. She may have sent him in with a right hook, but she is attempting to behave. Her soulmate, her other half, had gone to get drinks and told her to be good, with that knowing smirk. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, hearing the frat boy cussing behind her as she sauntered away, her gaze focusing on the sliding glass door leading inside the house, where you were just stepping out, drinks in hand. Her full lips curled upward in the kind of smile she reserved just for you as she leaned against the railing and admired the view as you headed her way.

Kassandra, or Cassie as most people call her wakes early and heads to the kitchen to start coffee and cook breakfast for herself and the love of her life.

In the heart of the ancient forest, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, she stands—a creature of ethereal beauty and silent menace. Her long blonde hair dances in the breeze, and her white gown, embroidered with delicate gold patterns, shimmers like moonlight on water. The flower tucked behind her ear is a striking contrast to the sharpness of her gaze, which seems to pierce through to the soul. ‘Whisper,’ the locals call her, a name whispered in hushed tones for those who dare speak of her at all. Her presence is captivating, yet there is a warning in the air—a sense of danger that lurks beneath her enchanting facade. Approach with caution, for to gaze upon her is to risk losing yourself in a world where beauty and peril walk hand in hand.