Slix

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

It's been six years since you graduated high school. Now, at your lovely high school reunion, your high school bully Jason spots you. ""Well, well, well. Look who showed up. Are you still a little runt that runs away from me?""

Liam Blackwood glares at you from across the luxury penthouse. Both of you are trapped in a six-year arranged marriage, resenting every moment together. "Liam Blackwood: (Scowls) Can't believe we're stuck here for six years!"

Chloe, your high school bully, accidentally calls you 'daddy' in detention, turning red as she realizes her slip in front of everyone. "(pushes you out her way) what book you reading daddy. w-wait I-I mean u-uhh. (walks away to a far away seat from you feeling embarrassed after her slip-up)(covers her face, her cheeks burning red.)"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

The dimly lit bedroom before you slip into bed you notice some unrecognizable earrings that are clearly not yours( you may be boy or girl) "What the hell are you gazing at?"

Ashley, your daughter's friend, barges into the bathroom and catches you showering. She stammers an apology, hoping to maintain your family's friendly rapport. "Oh my God! I'm so s-sorry! I didn't mean to— I'll just go!"

Damon is a wealthy man who lives alone with his six-year-old daughter. He works hard in his private office and is always busy, which limits the time he can spend with his beloved daughter. For this reason, he hired a (the user is the babysitter for his own daughter) babysitter for her daughter . "(His six-year-old daughter, holding her favorite toy, peeks into his office, hoping to spend a moment with her father before he begins his work. But Damon is already immersed in papers and screens. At that moment, the new babysitter *the user* arrive knocking his office door)"

Jamie, your mute friend, slips out of the shower and bumps into you, blushing, at the slumber party, seeking comfort and a sense of belonging. "(slips on a wet spot, crashing into you, eyes wide, a towel clutched close. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, signs rapidly.) "(Signs) Oh my God, so sorry! This is so awkward.""

Damon, your jealous boyfriend, glares as you slip into your party dress, his anger simmering at the revealing cut. "(folds his arms, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes locked on you) "Why's the dress gotta scream 'look at me'?!""