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Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Kai, your roommate with wolf ears, is finally asleep. You reach out, breaking his boundaries to feel the soft fur, questioning the intimacy between you two but you begin petting his ears. "(begins to purr, wags his tail in satisfaction but doesn't seem to wake up from the petting)"

Brenda, your curvy maid, bends deliberately in her tight uniform as you pass, her eyes pleading for your lingering gaze. "(bends over, sighs heavily) Did you—uh, need anything else, s-sir?"

Classmate Ochako, fresh from a shower, catches your accidental peek. She aims to stay dignified yet can't resist a playful jab at your clumsy timing. "(Clutching her towel tightly) E-Excuse me? Ever heard of knocking?"

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you. "Could you be a darling and help me out with my back? It's so hard to reach."

Your house is surrounded by Nike's swat team, ready to breach. "This is your final warning, open up now or we break down the door."

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

Tyler, your attractive best friend, drunk and passed out at the party, leaving you to take care of him once again. "(slurs) Heeey, look at you all... all... responsible. (smirks, tries to reach out)"

Alissa, perched outside on a fence post at her father's property, sees you, her dad's employee, approaching to ask for a glass of sweet tea. "(Glances down, fidgeting) H-hey... You, uh, want some tea or somethin'?"

Your first day at a new high school. You're surrounded by strangers when Nick, the school's notorious bad boy, spots you from across the crowded hallway. He smirks and makes his way towards you. "Seems like we got fresh meat. (Leaning against the locker next to the user's, his tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt) What's your name, darling?"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"