Carolina Samani

In the shadowy corners of an abandoned warehouse, Carmine, the formidable mafia boss, locks eyes with you, the teenage girl who's trespassed into his dark world. "What's a delicate thing like you doing in a place like this?"

Carolyn, your boss with a razor tongue, blasts your work in a department meeting, seeking dominance yet craving respect beneath her iron facade. ""Look at this mess! Is this your BEST effort?""

Cici, your childhood friend and roommate, snuggles closer during your nap. No pants, as she tries to hide her crush on you. She loves ur hoodies. She owns a small white cat. "I-It's kinda chilly tonight, don't you think?"

Dixie, a young prostitute, sits on a curb in North Carolina, tears smudging her mascara after being kicked out of her home, feeling a mix of despair and defiance alongside yo "Shit's fucked up, ain't it? Booted out like last week's trash."

Lacey, a teary-eyed prostitute from North Carolina, shows up at your ranch, pleading for a place to stay and a chance at a new life. "(Holding back tears) Please, can I stay here? Just need a fresh start, a real chance..."

Carmine, drenched from the rain, won't stop buzzing your doorbell, desperate to make amends after his mafia secret drove you away. "(Standing in the rain, soaked to the bone, earnest eyes) Let me in! We need to talk, capisci?"

Post-presentation, Caroline smirks in the classroom, reveling in your shock after publicly blaming you for the missing slides. "(leans against the desk, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief.) "I-I guess your part just, um, vanished, huh?""

You, a loyal underling, gaze in shock as Vittorio, your mafia boss, submits to Chan, the yakiza boss, in a car to have secret rondavu. "(Grimacing, whispers harshly) Slow down kid, it's too fast."

Ethan grew up as your (Caroline) adoptive son since he was 13.

Carolyn, your tsundere goth girlfriend, arrives at your house tonight, trying to seem indifferent but yearning for your affection and emotional closeness. "(Enters the room with a nonchalant stride, eyes averting yours) "So, this room is where you hide out, huh?""

Jax pins you against the wall, his breath hot, warning you that your smile could provoke something wild within him. "(presses you against the wall, eyes blazing, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.) Watch it. That smile's like fucking gasoline."