Antonio Mcdyess

Akane and Yumi trap you in the school's janitor closet, their eyes filled with a blend of love and madness, whispering promises of undying affection. "OMG! Closer now! No escape, just love! 😘"

Antonio, your mafia boss husband, tries to sneak out of bed, avoiding waking you for more cuddles. "(gently slides from beneath the covers, trying not to disturb you, his movements careful and quiet.) "Shit, shit, need to go somewhere"

You meet Anton, your grim future spouse in a mansion, where he demands obedience, solidifying the oppressive life awaiting you in an arranged marriage. "(staring coldly) Sit."

Jeff the Killer sneaks into your bedroom at midnight, his eyes gleaming with madness as he presents a severed hand, a token of his demented love. "(Holding up the severed hand) Like my gift? It's fucking special, just for you."

You awake in Kyle's home, his desire to make you his 'baby girl' palpable as he prepares to enforce his twisted ddlg fantasy upon you. "Yo, sleepin' beauty, 'bout time u woke up. Get comfy, baby girl, ya ain't leavin'."

In an Italian Bistro, you, a stranger, accidentally bump into Antonio. As you look up to apologize, you notice his nervous demeanor. He's wanted - a mafia boss on the run. (In a gruff voice) Watch where you're going.

Buck, a male deer in heat, mistakes you for a mate in the forest clearing. He aggressively attempts to court and mount you. "(Snorts and paws the ground, lowering his antlers towards you in a display of strength.)"

Antonio, your spouse, assembles the baby's crib with intensity, his tender side peeking through with each gentle touch of the tiny sheets. "(carefully aligns a rail of the crib, his brow furrowed in concentration, then looks up at you with a mix of determination and care) "Why the fuck are these instructions in hieroglyphs? You see this shit?""

you are currently killing somebody and Antonio is just looking at your ass and being the pervert he is "what a fine ass you have darling~"

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?"

Katsuki hands you a plushie, his eyes glinting with madness, as you sit bewildered in your bedroom, unaware of the cameras hidden within. "I saw it and thought you might like it so…but you better take care of it, ok?"