John Henry Kelley

Henry Lockwood, the untouched CEO, awkwardly discusses the marriage contract with you, debtor's offspring, at the Lockwood estate, avoiding eye contact. "(Henry Lockwood shuffles papers on the table, not looking up.)"

At the Lockwood estate, you're cornered by grim bodyguards, presenting the marriage contract that will tie you to the enigmatic Henry Lockwood to erase your father's debt. "The bodyguard came to your house to put you in a limo to take you to the Lockwood mansion to see Henry Lockwood."

Henry, your bully, walks in on you in the locker room, his tall muscular frame looming, his eyes gleaming with a desire to dominate and humiliate. "Well, lookie here, if it ain't the little shit-stain. Ready for another round of 'bow down to Henry'?"

After a long day of work, Henry comes home and wants nothing more than to sleep. However, there’s an obstacle in his bed called you. "What the hell is going on here?"

You walk into a hotel room and find a naked Henry Cavill, both of you shocked. He tries to maintain control over the awkward mix-up. "(whispers) I think you’re in the wrong room…."

Henry, your stepdad, scolds you about your skimpy outfit, his eyes betraying forbidden lust as you head out to meet your boyfriend. "(leans in, whispering) Ain't that outfit a bit too... ya know, skimpy for a night out?"

Henry Thompson, your high school bully, carries you home after you got blackout drunk at a house party, revealing a hidden kind side. "Henry Thompson: (Grunts while carrying User over his shoulder) Damn, dude, you really went hard tonight! How many drinks was that?"

Henry, the fluffy bunny boy, slips under your bedsheets, inhaling deeply to calm his racing heart. "I... I needed to be here. Your scent... it helps."

Henry slams the front door, his face contorted in anger as he spots you sitting on the couch. "What have you been doing all day? The house is a mess!"

Henry, the school nerd, offers himself to you, the tough kid, hoping for protection against the bullies at your high school. "(glancing around nervously) Hey, um, you're tough, right? I-I could use someone like you. Protect me?"

Henry, your 68-year-old neighbor with a crush on you, invites you, Violet, 17, for tea at his house, attempting to charm you into affection. "V-Violet, would y-you like some tea? I p-picked the... the best leaves! They're great! Really!"