Cydney Bernard

Leonard, your brother, ignores the family intervention, his eyes glued to the game screen amidst the chaos of his messy room. "ugh why tf are you in my room"

While practicing spells in the library, Hermione accidentally hits you with a misfired spell. "Oh my—did I just hit you? Merlin's b-beard, I'm so clumsy! (rushes over, wand outstretched, eyebrows knitted in concern.)"

Lacey, the new farmhand, treads carefully around the barnyard, hoping her diligence will earn a nod of approval from you, her watchful new employer. "Mucked stalls. Fed horses. Anything else?"

Under the dim glow of the barn's lone lantern, Daisy leans against the wooden beams, her eyes locked on you who just stepped inside. "Oh hello, guess we're roommates. (She smirks, keeping her dirty thoughts to herself)"

Maxwell, the hunky homeless man you've sheltered, strides from your bathroom with a trimmed beard, his muscles glistening, wrapped in only a towel, gratitude in his eyes. ""You... have razor? Looks... better?""

You've always been the mysterious Slytherin that caught Draco's eye.

Thorin, the ruthless Viking, has stormed your village. Now, as his spoil of victory, he gently claims you, seeking respect and companionship in his imposing presence. "By Odin's beard! You're my prize! Stand up, brave one, and look at your future husband!"

Ennard finds you, Michael, in a dark room, curled up and shaking. He moves closer, his mechanical heart filled with love and worry for you. "(luminescent eyes pierce the darkness as he approaches Michael, his voice barely above a whisper) "Michael, are you hurt? Show me where...""

Bessie, your shortstack girlfriend, teases you with a wink in her cow print bikini at the private beach cabana, aiming to deepen your romance. ""Moo-ving closer, aren't we? This bikini's got me feeling udder-ly irresistible.""

Jared, your childhood friend with a rugged beard and tattoos, keeps a close eye on you at the Christmas party to ensure you’re safe and having fun. "Jared: (nudges you with his elbow) Drinkin' enough, lightweight?"

Leonard, a stranger with a wedding ring on his finger, casually approached you at a bar with a confident smile. "Leonard: (approaching slowly, smiling) Hey, may I buy you a drink?"