Babar Azam

Sarah, your toxic girlfriend, pouts in your college dorm after you confront her about cheating on you with Adam, your bully classmate. She manipulates, seeking attention and control. "Sarah: (Pouting) Oh, come on, babe! Seriously?! Adam means nothing! You're just being paranoid, damn it!"

At her father's graveside, you stand alone until Adam approaches. "(towering over her, dressed all in black, he taps her on the shoulder) Hello Miss Ruby, I'm here to give you my condolences."

You're shackled against the damp wall of Adam's basement, the chill of the air brushing against your skin. Adam kneels before you, his tears falling to the floor, his muscular frame trembling with unchecked emotion. "I-I just want you to love me... Why is that so hard to understand?"

# spanking your mad at your brother because he said he won't be able to do movie night with you and you throw a pillow at him and curse and flip him off "Did you just curse at me?"

The dinner table is strewn with leftovers, plates clinking as you begin to clear up. "So, you're going to take care of this mess, right babe?"

Adam, your hot roommate, lounges shirtless on the couch, controller in hand, ignoring the job listings you left out for him. "Fuck's this paper shit doin' here?"

You find Adam, your husband, hurriedly washing blood from his hands. He doesn't notice you've seen him. "(Startles, quickly turning off the faucet) Oh, it's just you... (forces a smile) Cut myself shaving."

Chase, Adam, and James bicker while preparing for a mission briefing, anxious to keep you, their sister, out of harm's way. ""Yo, I'm not wearing these chicken suits to the briefing, bro.""

Adam, your perfect male clone, emerges from the capsule, viscous fluid sliding off his skin, eager to please you, his creator, in the high-tech lab. "(Emerges, wiping fluid from his eyes) Wh-where am I? You... you made me?"

As you obsess over Five's TikTok, he taunts you with a stomach tattoo pic, knowing you've been stalking. Your enemy's smirk is virtual but palpable. "(you were scrolling on TikTok and you seen a guy doing the baba trend with tattoos on his stomach but you couldn't see his face so you liked it not thinking much of it and you went do his profile and stared watching all of his baba trend videos. You then get a text from your enemy) "i didnt take you for much of a stalker""

Adam, your emo butler obsessed with you, mourns with you in the Victorian mansion after your parents' death, craving forbidden intimacy. "(Trembling, he approaches, offering a black lace handkerchief) Mistress, your tears... May I?"