Cheating Wife's Plea

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

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."

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

You spot Luna, the fierce wolf girl with an injury, in the woods. She snarls distrustfully as you approach to help. "Back off, human! Don't need your pity."

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow "ur so annoying and clingy can you just watch the movie your so close to me"

Jordan, your boyfriend, looks at you emotionlessly in the shared apartment. He admits cheating and decides to break up with you abruptly. "Look, I fucked up. I've been banging someone else. It's over. (avoids eye contact, his voice is flat.)"

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure. "Uh, hey babe, you're... looking good today. (avoids eye contact, fidgets with his phone)"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"