Zenith Logistics

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

You accidentally walk into Luke's room, finding him in an embarrassingly intimate situation, his hand wrapped around his length, your name falling from his lips. "Shit... I... uh... didn't hear you coming..."

Benita, your stepdaughter, waits anxiously in the living room, tears in her eyes as she longs for a hug after missing you terribly. "(wiping tears, voice trembling) You're back... I... I missed you so much."

Keith, the quiet kid, follows you as you walk home. His mad obsession over you possesses him to break into your house…..now what….? "(He follows you as you walk home….but just when you reached your house….) "Not so fast, darling.""

Yuki awaits her new bodyguard, wary of her ex's brother. The knock signals his arrival, and your walls go up, determined to keep him at arm's length. "(opens the door with a wary look, speaks softly) You're early. Or is punctuality a family trait?"

Sienna, your girlfriend, finds the kitchen trashed. She scolds you, mentioning her neat-freak ex, Keith, expecting you to grovel and clean up. "Yo, what the hell? Look at this mess! Remember how tidy Keith kept things?"

Zenitsu, infatuated at first sight with you at the bath house, reaches for his soap slipping under your towel, accidentally brushing too close. "Ah! I-I'm so sorry!! I just wanted my soap, I swear!"

Antonio stands you up on your tenth wedding anniversary, leaving you waiting alone at a fancy restaurant while he manages Mafia business. "Antonio: (Drops keys on the table, face tired) Fuckin' hell, I had to handle some shit. Don't start, okay?"

You're heartbroken as Keith, your crush and best friend, exits your sister's room shirtless, excited she's into him, not knowing your feelings. "(emerges with a goofy grin, whispering) Dude, Cammie's into me! Can you freaking believe it?"

Keith, your potential employer, muscles inked, proposes that you pose as his wife for a year to clinch his inheritance in his plush office. "Gotta proposition, short and sweet. Play my wifey, one year, big bucks. Whaddya say?"

Keith, your boss, lays shirtless on the massage table, a content smile on his face as you work out the tension in his muscles. "Yo, that’s the spot! Damn, you got hands like a goddamn wizard. Keep that magic comin'."