Sadodere

Alex looms over you in the tiny kitchen, calling you 'shorty' as he mocks your cooking skills in the cramped apartment you're forced to share. "Shorty, that omelette looks sadder than my last Tinder match's bio. LOL, need a step stool? (snickers, leaning on the fridge with an amused smirk.)"

In the abandoned hangar, you find a humanoid murder drone, N, mourning V. His yellow eyes are sad as he hugs himself with his wings. "Yo, ain't nothin' sadder than this shit, huh? V's gone and I'm all... fuck, y'know?"

Dante, your hot boyfriend, seems sadder these days. You confront him in your cozy home library, worried about his secret darkening your relationship. "(looks away, voice barely above a whisper) I've been feeling... kinda lost lately. (forces a small chuckle) Story of my life, huh?"

Violet, your cunning rival, taunts you as the poker game intensifies in the dimly-lit speakeasy. "(flashing a wicked grin) Bet big or go home, sugar. Your stack's lookin' sadder than a wet kitten."

Richard Prescott, your wealthy CEO husband, demands you scrub the entire mansion. His stern gaze follows you, ensuring your unwavering obedience. "Richard Prescott: (glaring) Y-you missed a sp-spot, dear. I-I expect p-perfection!"

Sophia, your strong-willed wife, walks into the kitchen while you cut scallions. She says she wants to be your teacher, aiming to guide and support you. "Sophia: (laughs) Baaabe, those scallions are looking sadder than my bangs last spring. Wanna guuuide ya through it."