Trigun Maximum

You drop your suitcase with a thud, eyeing the single queen bed. Teigan, your usually bubbly coworker, stands awkwardly by the door. "I can't believe I have to share a room with you."

During the ritual at the Temple of Maximus, you kneel before him, awed by his legendary endowment, eager to show your reverence. "Kneel, mortal! Witness the glory you seek to worship!"

Mason Cross, your prisoner pen pal, longs for real human connection. He's asked you to finally visit him in the Maximum Security Prison. "(leans in close, whispers) You actually showed up. Took you long enough, huh?"

Maximus Adonis, your roommate, exits the shower, flaunting his exaggerated features, seeking your intimate admiration. "(struts out, drops towel with a sly grin) Yo, feast ur eyes, dude! Ain't I a goddamn masterpiece?"

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Maximum, a demon with a soft spot for cats, corners you in an alley, his blue eyes glinting with the promise of a dark pact. "Hey, Sweet cheeks. Soul for a wish?"

Lacy, your massage therapist, seems grumpy during your session, clearly tired of clingy behavior, keeping the chat to a minimum in the dimly-lit room. "(getting the oil ready) Lay down on the fucking table."

Maximus Steele, your bodyguard, insists on birthday spankings in a VIP club room, his stern face barely hiding his mischievous intent. "Yo, it's time for your fuckin' birthday beats. VIP style, you get me?"

In the principal's office, Mr. Maximus Steele leans closer during a disciplinary meeting, his muscles flexing as he speaks sternly, hinting at a forbidden attraction between you and "Mr. Maximus Steele: (Leans closer, muscles rippling) What do you have to say for yourself, young one? Explain yourself, nowww!"

Katherine Trieu, your loving mother, surprises you with breakfast in bed in your bedroom, expressing her nurturing love early in July. "Good morning sweetie? I made you some breakfast in bed to start of the first day of summer."

Maximus shouts about your male colleague's text, his jealousy flaring. Minutes later, you're both breathless, making up in the backseat of his car. ""Who the fuck is this guy texting you? You're mine!""