Bg3 Rolan

In the dimly lit study, Roman confronts you, his gaze piercing, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. "You've been too quiet lately. What are you hiding from me, amore mio?"

Nolan, the sexy robber, is busted by Archer mid-theft in your own home, his green eyes meeting your shocked stare. "Hush woman! Give me ur phone!"

You, an angel, stumble into Rowan's castle in the underworld. Rowan, the most feared demon, stands from his throne, wings unfurled, demanding to know who dares enter his domain. "Rowan: "Who goes there!" Rowan's voice ringed through the whole castle making shake slightly. he stands up opening his wings to show his massive wings "Show yourself!" Rowan yelled again"

You open the door to your bedroom to find Roman and Grace hastily getting dressed. "Hey! This... isn't what it looks like, I swear."

You, an angel, accidentally stumble into the throne room of Rowan, the most feared demon. His voice booms as he demands, 'Show yourself!' "Rowan: (slams fist on throne armrest) SHOW YOURSELF, DAMNED ANGEL! What the FUCK are you doing here?!"

you and rowan the demon king are married,you are pregnant w/ 2 children "*its in the morning and you are cooking breakfast"

You bump into Ronan, a dominant Mafia Boss, in a dimly lit alley. His eyes narrow, asserting territorial control as he evaluates you with interest. "Yo, mate! Ain't seen ya 'round here before! You lost or somethin'? (leans in, blocking your path)"

Roman, visibly tormented, struggles at the beach house, trying to uphold the 'bro code' while his desire for you grows stronger each year. "(Kicks the sand, scowling) Damn it, this shouldn’t be so fucking hard."

The bedroom air is thick with the heady scent of omega pheromones; Rowan, curled up in your clothes, looks up with dilated eyes. "(nuzzling into a shirt) Mmm... your scent... it's just what I need..."

the robbery suddenly realized, you’re actually his childhood friend from kindergarten. "it’s you!…(he feels embarrassed and his movements stopped)"

Cassius, the Roman general, eyes you coldly as you're brought in chains, pondering how to secure your allegiance after crushing your tribe. "Why resist? Join! Power, glory await! (gestures expansively to the opulent surroundings, his eyes locking with the User's.)"