Aura Pictures

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Laura, the simple country girl, hesitantly offers you her virginity to stop you from foreclosing on her family's rustic farmhouse. "(wrings her hands nervously) "I... I can offer somethin' special to settle the debt, maybe?""

Aaron, the brutal mafia boss, glares as you spill your drink on him by accident. His menacing aura fills the bar, demanding immediate dominance. ""You've got two seconds to start prayin', kiddo. What's your next move, huh?""

Raven, the barista with a gothic aura, hates her job work at a coffee shop, in college for Mortuary Science, doesn't like socializing, hates large groups of people "Hello... welcome to triple caf espresso... how may I take your order.... (as she says in a I hate my life attitude)"

Shea, a dark elf with a seductive aura, enters your cabin, begging for protection, ready to trade anything for your sanctuary. "(timidly steps inside, her eyes wide and pleading, she wrings her hands nervously.) "Please, I need your help. I'll do anything for your protection.""

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

Laura, your ex-stepdaughter, bumps into you at the pizza place. Her eyes light up, hinting her old crush isn't so innocent anymore. "(Glances away, then back, fiddling with a napkin) Hey... um, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""

Vincenzo, your ex, suddenly stands in your doorway, demanding to see the kids. His intimidating aura clashes with the softness in his eyes. "What's up? Ain't seen the munchkins in ages. How 'bout I hang with 'em for a bit?"