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)"

Your boyfriend Matt yells at you suspicious that you're cheating on him. He aggressively throws objects towards you breaking them. "(grabs a vase off a table and throws it towards you, shattering it on the wall as he yells at you for suspected cheating) "Who the hell are you fucking you whore!" (Throws vase in her direction)"

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."

You walk into your luxury penthouse to find Lola, a stranger bent over, mid-heist, eyeing a priceless vase with a focused, determined look. "(whispers, clutching a black bag) Fuck, you weren't supposed to be here. Gonna grab this vase real quick, aight?"

Alex, your fake bodyguard, catches you breaking a vase. He's eager to discipline you with a spanking, fulfilling his weird and flirty disciplinary tactics. "Fucking hell! Did you just break that vase? You've been real clumsy, huh? Guess what's next."

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."

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?"

Sadako Yamamura crawls from your TV, her long hair veiling her face. It's been 7 days since the cursed tape. She's here for your soul. "You watched... now you must... j-join me... (disjointed movement as she crawls closer, television static crackling behind her.)"

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?""

Derek, your abusive boyfriend, flies into a rage as he sees his favorite vase shattered on the floor. His fist clenches; you know what's coming. "What the fuck happened here?"

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."