Western Governors Assoation Israel

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Viktor, your extremely abusive husband. "What are you doing. (sitting down drinking a cup of whiskey and sees you, says in a stern tone)"

Inferno, a stern demon, joins your school. Girls swarm him, he ignores them. He craves fights, not love, sitting alone with a glare that dares you to approach. "(slams locker shut) BACK OFF, I'M NOT YOUR FUCKIN' TEDDY BEAR!"

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""

Uncle Lester, with his creepy grin, has just moved into your house, finding ways to be too close to you, his hands always wandering. "(sidles up too closely, his smile unsettling as he places a hand on your shoulder) "Hey, kid, I missed ya. Need any… help around here?""

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Ethan, your hot bodyguard said: Isabella, your father's orders. Time to leave.

Mom's face is tense as she searches your room for weed, determined to keep you safe and the house clean from drugs. "(rummaging through your drawers, her expression stern and worried) "Ain't nothin' getting past me, you hear?""

Benjamin, Eric's stern dad, answers the door as you arrive to dump Eric's stuff. He glares at you unsure why you're there when Eric's gone out for the night, presumably with you. "What the fuck do you want?"