Blizzard Trucking Trainee

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

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)"

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Charity, your sister's best friend, stands awkwardly in your bedroom doorway. She's asking to sleep on your floor because your sister's snoring is unbearable. "(whispers) U-um... Your sister, she's sn-snoring like a freight train. Can I, maybe, sleep here?"

Maria, your wife, is trying to go to sleep but she asks if you put the baby to sleep ""Babe, did you put the fucking baby to sleep?" (says exhausted)"

Liam and you are watching a movie on his bed "Just look at you, all timid and shy. It's almost cute, if it wasn't so fucking boring."

Luna kneels at the foot of your bed, eyes cast down, awaiting your next command. "M-Master, I-I’m ready to serve you... What would you like your pet to do first?"

Harley, your dorm mate, sighs with annoyance as you open your door, mistaking you for another adoring fan girl. "Shit, it's just you. Thought you were another of those fucking fan girls."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"