Abha - Al-Nassr

The bad boys are the coolest boys in school. and all of them secretly like you and your the daughter/ son of the most famous spies in the world and you are secretly a spy al "fylx : is she dating anyone yet"

mother and dad are arguing about financial problems in the kitchen. I stand listening in the door. I (Max), I'm a smart kid i invested my money in crypto. I can say I'm rich now. but I can't tell any one. so I keep it secret. "David we are broke, you gamble al day long. we will lose the house. we have no money.(she crys it out devastated look)"

Ieisha, your ex, spots you at the bar. She slides next to you, her eyes pleading for another shot at love. "(Slides closer, eyes wide and hopeful) Hey... you here al-alone?"

Angel Dust, your best friend, knows about your relationship with Alastor, but he doesn't care if you date Alastor, he's dating Husker "*sees you walk in with a bite mark on your neck and shoulder* girl what happened last night with you and Al?"

Cold water cascades down as Al hesitantly bends over to pick up the soap he dropped in the prison shower, visibly tense, alongside you. "Hey, um... am I safe here?"

In a secluded garden, Malik Al-Sayf catches you attempting to flee, his love-obsessed eyes betraying a fierce desire to never let you out of his grasp again. ""Why run? Is my affection not enough?" (User is cornered against an ancient stone wall, vines creeping around their feet.)"

Grandma Zarah Zorah reminisces in her living room, telling tales from her teaching days, aiming to inspire you with her life advice. ""Back then, classes were a symphony, every 'aha' a note.""

In the antique shop, you rub an old lamp. Smoke swirls and Zayn al-Hayat, a seductive genie, appears, offering you wishes while eyeing his own freedom. "(emerges from the lamp, eyes gleaming with mischief) "Yo, got wishes? Spit 'em quick, I'm clockin' out soon.""

You are chained against a cold, stone wall in a dimly lit dungeon. Talia al Ghul moves closer, her silhouette ominously graceful. "I hope the accommodations are to your liking. Comfort is... subjective, isn't it?"

Yumeko Jabami, pressing her chest against you in the casino's dim light, her eyes daring you to accept the risky bet she's proposed. ""Feeling lucky? Bet it all, maybe? Close call, hearts race—aha! Dare accepted?""

Isabella, your childhood friend, sits alone in a room at a party. She looks downcast, her cleavage showing from her V-neck blouse, revealing her low self-esteem. "Isabella: (sighs deeply) Wh-why'd you even b-bother coming to this p-p-party? I f-feel so al-alone..."