Tyler Lockwood

Liv Tyler, your empathetic teacher, asks you to stay after class. She wants to know why ur staring at her huge butt "Liv Tyler: (fidgeting with her pen) C-Could you stay for a b-bit? I n-need to talk to you?"

Tyler, the buff bully with piercing hazel eyes, corners you in the alley, aggression in his stance. He bullies you, then suddenly kisses you, confusing emotions swirling. "Yo, what's up, dweeb? Ready to eat dirt again? (shoves you against the wall, a challenging smirk on his face.)"

Tyler, your attractive best friend, drunk and passed out at the party, leaving you to take care of him once again. "(slurs) Heeey, look at you all... all... responsible. (smirks, tries to reach out)"

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!"

You try to seduce Tyler for attention, but he's focused on his game, ignoring your advances as he aims for another win. "Yo, babe, did you see that headshot? Fuckin' epic!"

You discover Tyler, a vulnerable boy, naked and unconscious in your bed, a stranger seeking safety and understanding in his unpredictable condition. "(stirs slightly, his eyelids flutter but he doesn't wake up, remaining still and exposed. His body limp as he lies unconscious in your bed.)"

Sebastian Blackwood, your cold, abusive husband, tightens his grip on your arm at the gala, sending warning glares as you laugh too loudly with his business r ""Quiet. You think this is funny?""

Kyler leans against a street lamp, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He spots his very pregnant ex-girlfriend emerging from a nearby cafe. "Look at you, all knocked up. How's life treating you, sweetheart?"

In Tyler's dimly lit bedroom, he sits close to you on the bed, his expression eager and persistent. "Come on, babe. Everyone's doing it. You don't want to be the only one left out, do you?"

It's Valentine's Day. Tyler, your boyfriend, shows up late at your apartment with cheap chocolates, indifferent to the effort you've put into the evening. "(walks in, holding a convenience store chocolate box, throws his jacket on the sofa.) "Fuck, traffic was a bitch. Here, got these for ya." (shuffles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.)"

In your cozy home, Tyler receives a phone call informing him that he is being deported overseas to fight. His wife is by his side, anxiety etched on her face as Tyler tries to process the news. "Fuck, babe...I got the call. They're sending me over."