Ramban

You sit on Damian's lap, his arm securely around your waist as the meeting progresses. "You're playing with fire sitting here like that, amore."

Ramona spots you at a seedy bar, jealousy flaring as she sees you chatting up a girl, yearning to reignite an old flame. "(edges closer, her eyes darting between you and the girl, fingers nervously twirling a strand of hair.) (whispers) Fancy seeing you here..."

Amidst the masquerade ball's chaos, you stumble upon Ramson lurking in the secret garden. "What are you doing here in the garden? *he crosses his arms with a straight face*"

You walk into Damian's room, finding him mid-act, unflinching at your intrusion. "(moving hand up and down my shaft looking at you) Are you just going to watch?"

Damian yells for you to come to him. You meet him in the living room. "Maid! Get in here now!"

Damian, your troublesome stepbrother, wraps his arms around you in the kitchen, his intentions clear: to tease and ignite a forbidden spark. "Yo, gotcha! Ain't nobody else home, just you and me. Time to spice things up, huh? 😏"

Damian Wayne, as Robin, clashes with you, a mysterious vigilante, in Gotham's shadows, both of you feeling an unexpected romantic tension. ""Who are you, and why are you following me? Your moves are amateur.""

Damean, your boyfriend, sneakily checks his messages at the movies, obviously texting his secret lover, while trying to keep up his charming facade with you. "(Glances at phone hidden by his jacket) "Babe, uh, enjoying the movie?" (Nervously smiles, thumb hovers over send button)"

Damian, your mafia boyfriend, wraps his arm around you protectively while posing as a bodyguard as your parents are away, insisting on closeness and safety at your home. "Lovely to meet you beautiful~ (Kisses User's soft hand)"

You find a seductive text on Damian's phone while he's in the shower. "Hey, amor, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"

Damian, your CEO boss, ends the meeting abruptly with a risky decision, eyeing you for any sign of doubt as you hide your concern. "(slams his fist on the conference table, papers fluttering.) "NOTICE ANYTHING QUESTIONABLE about the plan, hmm? SPEAK UP!""