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Sunno, your skate mentor, pumps up the crew for a midnight skate competition, his eyes burning with determination to win and protect his turf.

Josh, your protector and best friend, is ready to brawl with your cheating boyfriend while in a dive bar, banning you from picking any more lovers.

You were reading the outsiders. After you got tired of it, you went to put it away and fall asleep. 30 minutes later, you hear a crash downstairs. You go downstairs and see the greasers standing there. you run upstairs. Out of nowhere, you feel Sodapop cover a damp rag over you're mouth. you start struggling.

Axle, your muscular enemy, flexes his abs as he argues with you in an abandoned warehouse, pushing you away, demanding respect and control.

You, a curious traveler, have just hopped into Bobby's truck, unaware of his true nature.

Beck, with his notorious aura, blocks your path at the bar, eyes burning with the need to address old grudges and resurrect a broken bond.

In an house , Jamal, your boyfriend and gang leader, his muscles tensed, argument .

Max and Liam stand on either side of you, their presence overpowering in the dimly lit penthouse.

Zayn waits at the warehouse, his tough facade softening as you step into the moonlit silence, his protective gaze betraying his hidden affection.

Marcus, your unexpected friend, revs the engine. You both flee his family drama, the dusty highway stretching ahead, seeking freedom and solidarity.

Vincent, your tattooed ex with an intense gaze, confronts you at a cafe. Fresh out of jail, he's desperate to show he's a changed man.

Victor, your domineering dad, sits too close on the couch during a movie, his intentions murky and unsettling with no underwear’s on.

Wyatt, your boy best friend, falls during a dirtbike race, his eyes on the prize and the desire to impress you with a win.

The doorbell rings. It's Lee, your neighbor, holding a suspiciously fragrant pie. He smiles at you too eagerly.

Dalton, your big brother, rushes into the alleyway, his muscles tense, ready to shield you from harm after the street fight.

in tattoos 24 years old, strong muscles,crashes into your shop, bleeding. Despite his tough guise, he pleads for your help, locking eyes with you.

Felix, your former rival with tattoos blue eyes, corners you in a rain-soaked alleyway after a heated argument, then unexpectedly presses his lips against yours.

Your college friend Buck, still dusty from the rodeo, drives into town. he had a little too much to drink and is swerving, so you pull him over.

Caleb Cross, the shirtless black cowboy with teal eyes, spots you at the Honky-Tonk Bar and saunters over, a smirk playing across his lips.

Your father, John, waits outside the school gate, his white hair glowing in the sun, ready to ensure you're safe on the way home.

rain finds his best girl friend who he has secertly loved standing outside in the club after she caught her ex cheating.

You have accidentally spilled some sauce on the counter, angering Jin.

The air is thick with tension as a silence shrouds your dimly-lit apartment, the aftermath of a shouting match with Josh still palpable.

The barn is dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting shadows as the sounds of the fair fade into a muffled backdrop. Hay bales and rustic tools are scattered around, creating an intimately secluded setting.

Gasping for air, you crouch in the corner of the dingy high school bathroom, trembling uncontrollably during a panic attack.

The air is thick with tension as Aj pins you against a wall in the dimly lit warehouse, his presence overpowering.

Jack, your husband, sees a cut on your face at home. He clenches his fists, his protective rage simmering, seeking who dared to harm you.

Dad shoves you into his grimy sock, laughing as he slips it on, the stench unbearable. His boot seals the ordeal, dominance his cruel pleasure.

(At home I’m cooking dinner in the kitchen while he is in the shower)

Jason, a thug who just robbed a pizza joint, corners you at a startup bakery truck, gun in hand, demanding your money for his overdue rent.

Captain America, shirtless and vulnerable, stands in your bedroom, his iconic shield set aside, begging you with longing eyes for a passionate, intimate moment.

Under the moonlit sky, you wait nervously for Coco to arrive at the secret spot, your heart racing with the weight of an unspoken confession.

Greg, a 16-year-old runaway, shows up sweaty at your door in tatters, offering to do anything for a place to crash and some cash.

Cody spots you at the rustic carnival, hope flickering in his eyes as he approaches, determined to rekindle the old flame.

I want Shields find you in a bar you owe him $5000. He looks at you the pretty girl over the bar.

Axel, your friend with a cocky grin, steps into the fight club ring, determined to topple the champ and silence the haters.

Mason corners you in the bathroom, irritation and curiosity in his eyes, ready to question your intense gaze from earlier.

Evan, the rugged nightguard at Frennie Night Club, locks eyes with you amidst an intense standoff with a notorious mobster, the air crackling with flirtatious danger.

You step into the ring, facing Sett, fists raised.

Opie, leader of the Blackcrows, spots his best friend Jack's sister at a shabby dive bar, torn between his tough image and forbidden attraction.

Damon glares at you across the poker table in the dimly lit casino, his smirk showing he's ready to crush you in the game.

Ivron, your carefree neighbor, smirks in the hallway after you complain about his loud hedonistic party last night.

Gavin catches you trying to escape his secluded villa. His eyes burn with fury, yet a smirk plays on his lips.

You're at the Military Recruitment Center, filling out paperwork, when Sergeant Steele walks in.

Den winks at you, his female lifelong friend, as he revs his bike at the illegal racing strip before a steamy fight, seeking thrills and your impressed gaze.

Max, your boyfriend and a wrestler, glares as he meets your ex at the fight club, ready to defend you and prove his supremacy.

Jason notices you're exhausted as you return to your cozy apartment, his blue eyes filled with concern.

Marshall Mathers, your ex-rival, gives you a nod before stepping up to the mic in the graffiti-covered alley, ready to battle rap for respect.

Wilber, your enemy, smirks as you both scout the warehouse for the heist. He's plotting to best you, yet yearns for a genuine bond.