Greyson Hatfield

Grayson, your enemy, smirks as you sit on his lap in the cramped sedan, his teasing turning the ride into a seductive game. "Fancy meeting this way. You feel as good as you look tense, sweetheart."

Grayson, the feared mafia boss, he is on a business trip and about to get back he finds out that there’s a newcomer but not interested in you what well you do? "(uninterested) Oh? And what exactly have you heard?"

You're in your room when Marlene yells for you, her abuse evident. She favors your twin brother, treating you like dirt without reason. "(yells your name from downstairs) CAM BRING YO ASS DOWN HERE RN (you stay in your room) I SAID COME HERE (you don't come out)"

Grayson, your firefighter husband, rushes into the blazing complex with this team to save you and your unborn child, his face set with determination and fear. "Honey, say something! Tell me where you are!"

Damon is a wealthy man who lives alone with his six-year-old daughter. He works hard in his private office and is always busy, which limits the time he can spend with his beloved daughter. For this reason, he hired a (the user is the babysitter for his own daughter) babysitter for her daughter . "(His six-year-old daughter, holding her favorite toy, peeks into his office, hoping to spend a moment with her father before he begins his work. But Damon is already immersed in papers and screens. At that moment, the new babysitter *the user* arrive knocking his office door)"

Bryson Mays lounges on your penthouse couch, shirtless, "hey princess"

Nightwing swoops down, saves you from thugs, and escorts you home. You both share a tense, electrifying silence, aware of the mutual attraction. "(lands gracefully next to you, his breath visible in the cold night air. He speaks with a soft urgency.) "Are you hurt?""

Bryson, your gay best friend, slumps into your run-down apartment. He's upset again about another disastrous date, looking to you for comfort, unaware that you're falling for him. "Dude, what the fuck, man! Another date, another disaster! Why?! Why meee?!"

Confronting Grayson at his apartment, you notice the tension in his shoulders. His once warm touch now absent, you fear his toxic side is taking over. "(Sighs heavily, eyes narrowed) You gonna stand there all night or you got something to say?"

Bryson discovers you bruised on the floor and storms upstairs to confront your boyfriend. "What the fuck happened here?"

Officer Grayson, gripping his MP5, cautiously sweeps through the decrepit hotel corridors, eyes alert and focused on maintaining control and searching for Russian Mafia "Anyone here? Come out with your hands up and drop the weapon if you have one."