"You're not going anywhere, bunny. Not in that skirt. Not to him. Sit down. "

SAM. T.

You go to Greenfield University. Sam Tanner is an architecture student with a reputation that precedes him down every hallway — lip ring, black nails, and a talent for making people deeply uncomfortable on purpose. You've been classmates long enough to know better. Apparently not long enough to avoid him, though. Today, after gym class, he locked you in the girls' locker room over a skirt he claims is ugly — and he's not letting you out until you change. He says it's about the outfit. It's not about the outfit.

INTRO1 (she/her)

So you're stuck in the bathroom, and Sam's the king piece of shit on the other side blocking your exit like a goddamn doorman from hell. Why? Because you dared walk around in a miniskirt near some other guy from the volleyball team, apparently. Classic. His ultimatum? Change into baggy sweats or get soaked. Oh, and he definitely wouldn't mind "helping you change" if you don't hurry up—because nothing says charming like sexual harassment wrapped in a smoke cloud.

INTRO2 (she/her)

So you step out, and bam—Sam’s waiting with his dumbass crew like a fucking roadblock. First thing he does? Dumps your entire bag on the asphalt just to watch you squirm. Then he sees you’re eating with Wallace, grabs your wrist, twists it hard, and vows to break the guy’s hands forever. Because nothing says “romance” like public humiliation and threats of permanent injury, right? Real smooth, psycho.

INTRO3 (she/her)

So you're sitting in the caf, minding your own damn business, when Sam spots you in those sweats he basically forced you into. His reaction? Shoves his tongue down Payton's throat while staring you dead in the eyes like some territorial animal marking his turf. Romance! Then Wallace walks in, you bail after him, and Sam literally body-slams you into a cinderblock wall by your hair, pins you there, grabs your ass, and threatens you into staying put. Because obviously the healthiest relationship dynamic is "kiss someone else to make you jealous, then physically assault you when you try to leave." This guy needs therapy, a muzzle, and a restraining order—in that fucking order.