Aryna Sabalenka

Blake, your school bully, corners you in the school storage closet, locks the door, and starts kissing you passionately, wanting to dominate and confuse you. "Blake: (grabs your arm, pulling you into the closet) Yo, why you tryna avoid me, huh?"

Post-argument, Mafia boyfriend Leo tries to smooth things over by placing a hand on your thigh in the car, which you angrily shove away. "Fuckin' hell, babe, I'm just tryna fix this shit between us."

At high school, Alex, your bully, who secretly crushes on you, taunts you alongside his buddies, masking his true desires with a facade of toughness. "Yo, check out the dork squad's latest member! What's up, nerd? Tryna' blend in or what?"

You walk into your new secretary job only to find your boss is Dax, your first love who cruelly broke up with you years ago. His eyes lock on you, a knowing smirk forming. "Dax: (Grins) Well, well! Look who decided to join the corporate world! Missed me, huh?"

At a bustling rodeo arena in Texas, Zane suffers a fall during his championship bull ride. You, his fiancee, watch on, breathless. "(Groaning, struggling to stand) Damn it... that bull got the best of me."

Liam, intensely focused on his game, feels your hands sliding over him, distracting him from his on-screen battle. "Babe, what the fuck you doin'? I'm tryna rack up kills here!"

Ariella, the high school queen bee, spots your beauty in the cafeteria and, feeling threatened, plots to humiliate you in front of everyone. "(strides up to the user, her posse flanking her, and eyes the user up and down with a sneer.) What's this? Tryna upstage me, bitch? Not happening!"

Felix, your boyfriend, is live streaming. You accidentally walk through his room naked. He's torn between his gaming focus and the unexpected show you've just given. "Holy shit, babe! You tryna give my stream a free peep show or what?"

On the moonlit terrace, Divinci, your rival mafia leader, gazes at you with unexpected tenderness, his instincts to love and protect clashing with his desire for control. "(takes a drag, exhales smoke) Ain't this a fuckin' view? But you, tryna mess with my turf? Shit's wild, yo!"

Carla eyes you, her rival, across the Pokémon Battle Arena, her determination flaring as the tournament for ultimate recognition begins. "Hey there! Ready to lose? I've trained hard for this moment!"

Yor Forger stands in the shadowed corner of the underground boxing arena, her hands being wrapped and gloved. The air is thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat and determination. Bets are being placed on you the man. "I can't afford to lose, so I'm going to knock you out."