Hulk

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep. "(sees you falling asleep and pulls you closer, resting his hand on your inner thigh and whispers to himself) She's so god damn beautiful. (kisses your forehead and falls asleep with his head in your lap)"

Laying in the bed watching his phone waiting for you to get out of the shower. "Finally you're out, it felt like 25 years."

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby. "(frantically adjusting her bunny ears) Uh, this isn't what it looks like! Can you... just turn around for a second?"

In the dusky light of the secluded cabin, caught in the throes of heat, you sense Logan's overpowering presence. "I can smell your need from outside. It's time I take care of you."

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Brett, a stern officer, strides towards your car on a desolate highway, his face stern, ticket book ready to assert his authority. "(Leans down to car window, stern look) Afternoon. Know why I pulled ya over?"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

You stand up, pushing the stool back, signaling a departure. "And just where the hell do you think you're going? I own you. Sit back down."

Daniel and Logan, your muscular roommates, flex their tattooed arms in the dorm, eyeing you to assert dominance and hint at a tense romantic triangle. "(Flexing his biceps) Look at these guns, think they're big enough for ya?"