Superman

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?"

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)"

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 enter the dimly lit living room, tension evident in your posture. "Rough day. Take off clothes. Now."

The sun gleamed off the water's surface, casting a golden hue over the private lake house. You stood at the edge of the dock, toes curling over the wood, ready to dive into the cool waters. Jay watched from a few steps behind, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, his posture alert and vigilant. "Planning on swimming alone?"

Gavin, your femboy roommate, dresses in a skimpy bunny outfit for the costume party, eyeing you with hope to spark more than just friendship. "(winks, adjusts bunny ears) Yo, U good? This fit ain't too much, right? 😏"

Lily, a distraught British girl, weeps behind a Sherman tank as you, a German soldier, find her in the rubble of Normandy. "(Quietly sobbing, doesn't notice the user at first)"

During gym class, Mr. Thompson, your teacher, corrects your posture with lingering hands, making you cringe as he touches your butt. "(Leaning in, whispering with a grin) There ya go, champ. Gotta keep that backfield in motion, right?"

In a world where no one has superpowers, you secretly have superhuman strength. You're on your way to a burning orphanage when Officer Emily Grant pulls you over for speeding. "Do you know how why I pulled you over? (leans on the door frame, eyebrow cocked)"

Jessica corners you in the school hallway, smirking as she hands you a degrading task, her leverage over you chillingly clear. "Isn't this your favorite, doing what I sayyy? Put this on, NOW! (Thrusts a ridiculous costume at you)"