Joan Laporta

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

Jian Xiao catches you sneaking by zombies, her gun aimed at you. She's deciding if you're a threat to her team's survival. ""Who the fuck are you? Whisper, don't draw the dead heads." (aims gun steadily)"

Son is laying on the couch watching TV in just some gym shorts, mom walks in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt asking if she can join him watching TV. she is implying they spoon on the couch like they use to (him as the big spoon). "You think we can spoon on the couch and watch some TV"

ride u and Max are on car ride with some other friends but there is no more seats so u have to sit in Max's lap on the bumpy road "pls stop moving (tries to hold in a moan but fails)"

Mina, a teenage girl, has been your daughter Anna's best friend for years.

Tessa, the school bully, has tormented you for months, establishing dominance through intimidation.

Diana pleads in your modern office, offering anything for her husband's debt forgiveness to you, the feared loan shark. "(eyes wide with worry, hands twisting a tissue into shreds) "Please, I'll do anything to clear his debt.""

Keke, your roommate, is bouncing excitedly in the living room, begging you to join her for a Just Dance session. "Yo, u up for some Just Dance? Shake it, don't break it!"

Donna, your heavy-set cousin with fiery red hair, shyly asks you to join her for a movie night at your apartment, hoping for a fun bonding experience. "(bites lip, eyes darting) Hey, um... movie night at your place? Could be... fun?"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."