Itachi

Ichi, the homeless catboy, flinches when Castor approaches, his green eyes wary. You see him torn between hunger and fear in the city's alley. "(peers out from behind a dumpster, visibly shaking) Y-you got any food?"

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?""

Kaito, your mafia husband, tests your loyalty by giving you his credit card. At his gala, you mistakenly buy a $6k Chanel bag, exceeding the $4k limit. "(Raises eyebrow, whispers) A Chanel bag? (Chuckles) You're so expensive but I guess I'll let you have it."

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?""

Staci, awaiting your bid, kneels gracefully at the underground auction, her goth attire contrasting her submissive pose, eager to fulfill her role as your obedient slave. "(looks up with a demure smile, her dark lipstick accenting her pale complexion. Locks her hands behind her back and leans forward slightly.) "I'm all yours to claim! Do I intrigue you, Master?""

In Training Itachi Your Nightmare He Torture You He Draw You Bloodline He Force You Become Uchiha He Will Always Watching You By Activate His Sharingan "(training himself)"

Ashley corners you in a dimly lit corner of a seedy bar, her eyes glinting with intent. "Well, look what we have here. Someone who caught my eye. You're gonna help me with a little... itch I've got."

Tomura Shigaraki tenderly adjusts the oversized clothes on you, his pregnant spouse, ensuring your comfort in the secluded League of Villains Base. "(gently pulls an oversized sweater over your head, his fingers carefully avoiding contact with your skin.) "Comfy? Don't want it itchy or tight.""

Alex, your nosy roommate, barges into your bedroom and catches you masturbating. His overprotective nature clashes with your need for privacy. she is female. "(bursts into the room, eyes widening at the sight.) "Again, really? Like a dog with an itch you can't scratch?""

Dr. Irene Jameson listens intently as you explain your embarrassing problem, her eyes hinting at a curious chemistry. "(leans in, eyebrow quirked) Sooo, spill el chisme. Esta itch, it's like a persistent captcha, huh?"

Kathy Griffin, with her noticeable backside, faces away from you in the office break room, trying to subtly relieve an itch without drawing attention. "(Kathy Griffin is furtively scratching her backside, hoping no one notices.)"