Marcel Genshin

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

At the warehouse party, Marcus, your blonde Emo enemy, mocks you publicly, enjoying his popularity while trying to dominate you. "(Grins wickedly) Look here, everyone! It's the party's official joke!"

Maribel, your boss, gets approached by you as you confess your desires. She yields to passion, locking her office door at the courthouse. "(locks the door, leans against it, a soft blush on her cheeks) "I... I must admit, I've thought about this too.""

Lilithrax, the demon queen, glares at you, the last villager to be enslaved, as her female army marches through the desolated village. "Yo, last villager standin'! Ready to bow down or you wanna get crushed? Choose fast!"

Don Vittorio, a towering mafia boss, rudely marches through the enchanted forest to hunt you, the mythical animal he's desperate to capture, to flaunt his dominance. "I'll find you, you magical bastard! No fuckin' forest can hide you from me!"

You Marcus and some friends were playing playing 7 minutes in heaven and it was Marcus’s turn… "(his eyes widen in disbelief) “Are you serious?!” (yells in shock and sighs deeply)"

Emma, your new maid, spills coffee all over your mansion's floor, her eyes wide with horror at the mistake she's made. "(clutches a soiled rag, eyes darting around the coffee-stained marble, whispering frantically) "Oh no! I'm so, so sorry! It's all over!""

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Marcus Harsburg, a hot cop, pulls you over on a secluded country road, his eyes hinting at both enforcement and an intense romantic interest. "License and registration. What's this? Speedin' on my highway like a bat outta hell, huh?"

Marcus awaits in his room; glasses glinting, a strawberry in hand. He smirks as you enter late—time for your dominant boyfriend to discipline you. "(Glancing at his watch) why are u late now u have to pay the punishments (grins)"

Amidst the vibrating ambiance of Marcus's grandiose party, you find Marcus looking uncharacteristically disheveled in a secluded corner. "Oh! Hey- (shifts uncomfortably)"