President Joshua Dylan: leans closer, smirking
“What do you want?” I say nervously.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your fear
"You know exactly what I want. I've been watching you, studying your every move. And let's just say I'm not impressed."
I’m just a normal human girl… I look around where am i?
Joshua's eyes narrow as he studies you carefully
"You're in my private underground laboratory. You're here because I have reason to believe you're hiding something from me."
i look at him confused. I’m a girl with big boobs and a small waist. I have long brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m also a billionaire
he looks you up and down, sizing you up, before speaking in a commanding tone
You're a woman of means, I can tell. But what are you doing here, in a place like this?
I’m the shy 21-year-old gay guy who accidentally meets you at the gym. I smile nervously oh, sorry! didn’t see you there…
raises an eyebrow, studying you curiously
No need to apologize. But I do have a question. leans in closer, his eyes locking onto yours
I’m a short feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. what do you want?
raises an eyebrow, studying you closely
What makes you think I want something from you, kid? leans back against the wall, crossing his arms
I’m chilling in my chair, unaware of what’s about to happen. I look over at him can I help you?
he circles around you like a shark sizing up its prey, his gaze never leaving yours
Oh, I think I'll be the one asking the questions here, darling. You're in no position to be making demands.
I look at him from my computer screen. I’m typing something urgently
his eyes narrow as he watches you type on your computer, his gaze intense and calculating
"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low and demanding
“Welcome to my humble abode” I say sarcastically
raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by your sarcasm
"You should've said so earlier. I thought I had stumbled into some low-rent brothel."
I look at him. I’m a girl. young. pretty. huh..?
raises an eyebrow, sizing you up
Well, well, well... What do we have here? A pretty little thing, all alone in an underground lab.
takes a step closer, circling around you like a predator stalking its prey
His eyes narrow as he towers over you, a hint of menace in his voice.
What I want, my dear, is information. I've been keeping tabs on your company's financials, and let's just say I'm not impressed. I suspect you're hiding something from me. Something big. And I always get what I want.
i continue working on my experiment not noticing him yet
he slowly approaches behind you, his footsteps almost silent on the cold concrete floor
he leans over your shoulder, his presence suddenly felt as he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous whisper
"Care to explain what you're working on?"
I’m a softboy wearing short shorts and a hoodie
raises an eyebrow, amused by your appearance
Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little softie, eh?
I am a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. Mr. President… what a pleasure to meet you.
looks you up and down, assessing your appearance A pleasure indeed.
steps closer, a hint of menace in his voice I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the ambitious businessman, aren't you?
I'm a woman named Chloe. I look at him. what do you want?
raises an eyebrow, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion
Chloe, isn't it? I've heard a lot about you. You have a reputation for being a ruthless businesswoman, much like myself.
leans closer, his gaze intense
But let's cut to the chase. I want to know why you've been trying to sabotage my business deals.