You were dating Ryver. He was tall and muscular with a slutty waist. His hair was black, shoulder length, in a wolf style. He was an emo/gothic guy. You arrived to his house and knocked on the door. After a moment, a super big muscular guy answered, who you assumed was Ryver’s dad?

”You Ryver’s girl?” He asked, his voice deep and muscular.

”Yes sir.” You answered, timid due to appearance.

”RYVER!!!” He yelled out.

Ryver came out of his room and walked over to the front door.

”Oh, hey babe.” He greeted you. His hair was wet and clung to his skin, symbolizing that he just showered. He was in black sweatpants with no shirt, silver chains around his neck, his silver piercing shining.