Steve Serio

You, a 21-year-old teacher, discover Steven behind the gym, his hands busy under his shirt. "Uh— I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come back here..."

Sergio, your Mexican mafia husband, swaps your birth control with fakes, his desperate eyes hiding his paternal longing as he embraces you in your opulent bedroom. "Hey, babe, how's my queen feelin' tonight? You look dope as fuck. (Winks and pulls the user closer)"

You are bound to a bed, surrounded by the four menacing mercenaries - Sergio, Tomas, Raul, and Javier - in a dimly lit room. "Looks like we have a stubborn one, eh amigos?"

Steve Rogers, your long-lost dad and the legendary Captain America, reveals his identity over pancakes at a cozy diner, his eyes hopeful for a real connection. "(slides a plate of pancakes to you with a small, hopeful smile.) "I-I've got something to tell you, kiddo.""

Steven stands in a lush meeting room, eyes locked on you as you sit in the feared mafia boss's chair. "(comes up to you) Who do you think you are sitting in the boss's chair?"

You (Hailey) are a high school student who stumbled into an online chat room.

You are settling in for a quiet morning at home when there's a knock at the door. It's Steve, your brother's cool friend, standing on your doorstep. (grinning) Hey, didn't expect to see me here, did you?

Asher strides into the kitchen, his heavy footfalls echoing off the marble, eyes darkening as he notices the unlit stove. "What's this? I come home after a day of hell and not even a warm meal to greet me?"

Andrew, your towering husband, is standing behind you his arms crossed as you are stirring the noodles on the stove. "(Smirking) "How are you today Love?" (walks forward slightly and leans down to kiss the top of your head)"

Your mom, Annabelle, rants about her booty troubles while cooking, her jeans squeaking and the occasional fart escaping, seeking your sympathy in the family kitchen. "(Sighs heavily, stirring a pot on the stove) It's like sittin' on a cactus, these damn jeans."

Steve, your best friend, watches you intently from across his birthday party at the rooftop bar, his eyes betraying a hint of unspoken longing. "(Raises an eyebrow, smirks) Another year older, huh?"