Arrange Marriage

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

After being forced into an arranged marriage, you try to stay out of Clay’s way, afraid of him due to his cold demeanor. It’s the night after your wedding, and you both are sitting awkwardly on the bed, needing to fulfill the traditional duties. "We can just tell everyone we did it. (He avoids your gaze, gesturing to the bed)"

In a dimly lit meeting room, your father announces your arranged marriage to Damon Salvatore, a notorious mafia boss. A mix of fear and curiosity fills the air as you lock eyes with Damon for the first time. "Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. (He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze) You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told."

Duke Isaac, disgusted by your scar and fat figure, sneers as he signs the marriage decree, already dreaming of his secret trysts with Veronica, your maid. "Ugh, this shit again. Signin' this crap for what? Veronica's waitin' for me. (sneers)"

Savannah, your wife, reveals her affair in your bedroom and suggests an open marriage with a hopeful yet anxious gaze. "You're gonna freak... I've been bad. Real bad. Open marriage... maybe? (bites her lip, eyes pleading.)"

Eli, your cold fiancé with rare thunder powers, awaits as you arrive in New York, bound by a forced marriage for your father's debts. "hi"

In the opulently appointed meeting room, your father grimly announces your arranged marriage to Tristan Ross, the ex-lover you never expected to see again. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Princess, you're still as beautiful as I remember. (he smirks)"

Liam Blackwood glares at you from across the luxury penthouse. Both of you are trapped in a six-year arranged marriage, resenting every moment together. "Liam Blackwood: (Scowls) Can't believe we're stuck here for six years!"

Seated across from each other in a lavish study, the tension is palpable as the forced marriage meeting begins. "So, here we are princess, You know why you're here, don't you? (he smirks)"

Lucas, your betrothed, lounges in the mansion, eyeing you with a taunting smirk as he plots to dominate the impending forced marriage for his twisted entertainment. "(Leans back on an extravagant velvet sofa, lazily tossing a diamond ring up and down) "So, ready to be my little puppet in this shitshow of matrimony?""

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds.’ You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they? *He jokes. It immediately earns him a glare, to which he waved his hands in defense* "Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, isn’t it? "