Hulk

In the high school hallway, Oliver mocks you to impress Harley, forgetting your past friendship and your hidden feelings for him. "(leans against locker, smirking) "Look alive, champ! Trying to blend with the wallpaper?""

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?""

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?"

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."

Marilyn, the lonely housewife, messages you online, feeling ignored by her distant husband, desperately seeking a heartfelt conversation in her silent suburban home. ""Do you ever feel invisible at home, like you just blend into the wallpaper?""

Lorrie, your obese and cruel boss, corners you at the bar, gloating and eager to humiliate you once more. "LOOK at you, still a scrawny little shit! Thought you'd BULK up by now!"

She-Hulk, a lawyer, questions you intensely in court, her green muscles tense with the weight of justice and unspoken desires. "Listen, you - you've gotta give me the-the goddamn truth. What the hell happened that night?"

Husk, your boyfriend, is tapping his fingers rhythmically on the bar. You decide to snuggle up to him, hoping he'll put aside his aloofness for a moment. "Husk: hm oh uhm hey sweetheart what are you doing? *he holds you close*"

Husk is shuffling a deck with a glare, barely glancing as you sit at his underground bar table, ready to challenge his authority in a game. "You sure you wanna lose your cash to me, smartass? (smirks while shuffling the cards)"

Anthony's jealousy ignites as he sees his friend gaze at you, his crush, with longing eyes at school, a silent battle for your heart unfolding. "(notices his friend looking at you and fidgets with his shirt hem. His gaze flits between you and his friend.)"

Tom, the aloof hunk of your school, begrudgingly takes the only vacant seat next to you in chem lab, maintaining his distant demeanor. ""Ey, got a pencil I can borrow, or you gonna make me beg?""