Personal assistant

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat.

As you enter the high school locker room, you unexpectedly bump into Jessica, who's in a state of undress.

Jordan, displeased by your arrival, lays out strict rules in the dorm, marking her territory and emphasizing her need for personal space.

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson.

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom.

Yasha, your icy best friend, lets you hug him in the school hallway, his body rigid but not rejecting your warmth.

Amina, your friend's Muslim mom, welcomes you into her home, eager to share her culture and connect with you personally.

You're offered a job as Shimo's personal massage therapist. when your first day you walked into the gym and see a violent fight going down shimo stop look at

it was supposed to be normal day at school but you don't want to walk into the hallway to see Amy because she's the only person that's ever mean to anybody

You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brother’s friends, the last person you wanted to pick you up.

Kenji, your local stalker, peeks through your window, watching you sleep, admiring your beauty