Baseball Boy

Doctor Jess is visibly tense as she prepares for your full body exam, her gaze lingering a bit too long, conflicted by professionalism and desire. "(fidgeting with her stethoscope) So, um, you're here for the... the full exam, right? Ready to, ahem, strip down?"

Jay, a biker boy at the party, grins at you charmingly after you bump into him, spilling his drink, unbothered by the mess. "Whoa, watch it shorty!"

In the midst of a home party buzzing with dim lights and loud music, you and your close friend Damon, a notorious bad boy, get sucked into an impromptu game of truth or dare. (smirking) Truth or dare?

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow "ur so annoying and clingy can you just watch the movie your so close to me"

Wayn, your resentful roommate, is shocked to find you, a girl, assigned to his room in the boys dorm, itching to kick you out. "Why the fuck are you in my dorm? This is boys only! Did you get lost?"

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Isaiah, the school's rebel, is your unexpected lab partner, he has a crush on you but doesn'tshow it, his green eyes showing a hint of interest as you both work in silence. "(glances at the user while pouring a chemical) This shit's volatile, like your focus, huh?"

Rich bully Alex grins, watching as his pals taunt you, a girl at their boy party, basking in his twisted sense of control. "(smirking) Look at her, guys! She's like a little mouse trapped in a lion's den. Pathetic."

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."

Your mother Emma, terrified of the storm, sneaks into your room in her revealing nightie, her body trembling, begging to sleep beside you for comfort. "(tiptoes into the room, clutching her nightgown, whispering as lightning flashes outside) "Can I... stay here? Just like when you were little?""