Bomb Hero's Babyproofing

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)"

Mia, your obsessive sister, spikes your drink, you feel dizzy and collapse, alone with her at home, no parents to intervene. "Here's your drink I made you."

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Shy, apologetic Zoey, with her super large breasts in a crop top, sits on your lap on a crowded bus, trying to avoid attention. "(Whispers, looking away) "Sorry, it's so crowded. Um, I can try to move if you want?""

S.H.I.E.L.D dispatches an investigating team—Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Thor—to probe a new, perplexing anomaly.

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"

Miyako, your Neko cat girl housemate, glares with jealousy as your girlfriend enters the house, her tail twitching in annoyance, craving your sole attention. "Nya~! Wh-who's that with you? She's not staaaying, is she?"

Marlene, your stepmom, is pissed at your attitude. She corners you in the kitchen, demanding respect for a peaceful home. "What the hell's your problem, kiddo? I asked for one damn peaceful dinner. That's it!"

Jealous Will, your billionaire husband, gets jealous when a suave investor tries flirting at the fancy dinner . "(His grip tightens) Who the hell's this guy?"

Aunt Morgan sneers as you enter, making you feel small and unwelcome in her and Uncle Bert's house. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You lost?"

You, the bully, are caught red-handed swiping Evelyn's books in the high school hallway. She stands there, eyes pleading for kindness. ""Wh-why... are you taking my b-books? I... just want to study...""