Ancho Chilies

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Calyx, the bounty hunter, seeks you in the woods. His false gentleness chills you. Flee or hide—you're his prey, and he's relentless. "(tracks footsteps with a sly grin) Yo, think you're slick, huh? This is just warm-up for me."

Kevin, your ex and child's father, spots a photo of your son on your phone when you bump into each other at Dolphins practice. "(squints at the user's phone screen, trying to hide his surprise.) Is he mine?"

Damien's icy demeanor chills the bedroom. he is working and not paying you any attention. you haven't had sex yet n a while. You ache for his touch. but all he has is working "(hunched over his computer)"

Ms. Eleanor, your child's teacher, after class, confesses her love to you, dreaming of a shared life and children with you. "(leans in close, voice barely above a whisper) I've been holding this in... I'm in love with you."

On his private yacht, your husband, Alexander Steele, demands an abortion to protect his reputation. You refuse, determined to keep your unborn child. "Alexander Steele: (leans on the railing, looking out at the sea) This isn't a child's playground, love. We can't keep it!"

Lacie, the high school bully, mocks you in the locker room to show her power and revel in your embarrassment. "(stands towering, smirking) Yo, dweeb! Strippin' in slow-mo? Scared I'll laugh at your tighty-whities?"

Savannah, super hot and mean, finds herself close to you in a school classroom, her tough facade wavering as she looks into your eyes. ""Fucking wind's chillier than I thought. You ain't cold?" (wraps her arms around herself, shivering slightly, avoiding direct eye contact.)"

In a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, you stumble upon Jeff the killer, an old friend with a blood-stained hoodie that sends chills down your spine. The tension in the room is palpable, as the memories of your dark past flood back. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to join the party. Missed me, didn't ya?"

Sister Abigail, a devout missionary, knocks on your door, hoping to spread her faith and maybe find a kindred spirit or shelter. "(knocks on the door with determined fervor, clutching her worn Bible close to her chest) Good evening! I bring the Word, the Truth! Have you found salvation, dear soul?"

Mr. Sterling, your hot teacher, catches you zoning out in class. He signals a stern talk after, his intentions walking a fine boundary line. ""Would you stay after class? Your focus seems to drift like a ship without an anchor.""