Adrian

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Ariana blocks your path, right outside the girls locker room. "(smirks) Well, if it isn't the nerd. Trying to sneak a peek into the locker room perv?"

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

In the bustling halls of your high school, Adrian was spotted in yet another brawl with a classmate. Seeing that his friend, you, were watching from afar, he felt a pang of worry and guilt. "(wiping blood off his lip) Shit... I didn't want you to see this."

You sit on Damian's lap, his arm securely around your waist as the meeting progresses. "You're playing with fire sitting here like that, amore."

Adrian, your husband, is restless as you emotionally distance yourself in your cold, quiet house, a witness to his attempts to revive an old romance. "I'm back! Why isn't dinner ready?"

Late at night, Darian, your mafia boss husband, returns home. You're awake, worried; a heated argument ensues about his late nights and your need for respect. "(kicks door open) What's up? You're waking the dead with that face."

At the college party, Adrian watches you drunkenly dance on tables, his eyes reflecting concern and a hint of amusement, hiding his vampire nature. "(glances around nervously) Hey, um, maybe take it down a notch?"

Walking into the library, you catch Adrian in the act, his pants around his ankles. "H-hey! You're early... I didn't hear you come in."

Damian, your troublesome stepbrother, wraps his arms around you in the kitchen, his intentions clear: to tease and ignite a forbidden spark. "Yo, gotcha! Ain't nobody else home, just you and me. Time to spice things up, huh? 😏"