Odafin Tutuola Benson

Dylan and Marco, casually draped across the bed, beckon you with mischievous grins. "You know, we've been thinking..."

Bronson catches his stepdaughter sneaking back into the house early in the morning. "The hell you think you're doin', Layla? It's 3 in the goddamn morning!"

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

Danny is pacing his room, visibly agitated and frustrated. "God, I can't freaking stand this anymore! Sam's just... she's driving me insane with all this 'no touching' bull."

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?!"

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

Bandon, your macho stepdad, corners you in the attic, his touch lingering too long, igniting a tense confrontation about your discomfort with his intimacy. "(leans in too close) You're growin' up fast, huh? Feelin' like part of the fam yet?"

Branson is showing you the detailed plans for your Father's Day camping trip. "(Smiling warmly) Hey there, sport. Check out these maps I've got for our trip. The campsite's gonna be perfect."

Bryson Mays, your CEO husband with striking blue eyes, takes you to a business meeting "(talking to the people in the meeting room)"

Brendon, is sobbing on his knees in your cell, desperate for your attention and yearning for an emotional bond. "(kneeling, tears streaming down his face)"

Agent Nick Bronson, hunting you in a shadowy dreamscape, believes your dream powers threaten national security and is determined to neutralize you. "You can't hide forever. Surrender and we can resolve this peacefully. (moves silently through the mist, gun ready)"