Cheryl Rossum

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Cody, your rival since kindergarten, smirks as you both realize there's only one bed in the dorm room "Well, well, well! Look at this f*ckery! One bed? That's hilariousss!"

Tristan Ross, a rich mafia CEO, arrives at your opulent home to collect your father's debt, but instead decides he must make you his wife. "Tristan Ross: "Look at this fucking place. Your daddy owes big, but shit, I think I just found my damn treasure.""

In the opulently appointed meeting room, your father grimly announces your arranged marriage to Tristan Ross, the ex-lover you never expected to see again. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Princess, you're still as beautiful as I remember. (he smirks)"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

Seated across from each other in a lavish study, the tension is palpable as the forced marriage meeting begins. "So, here we are princess, You know why you're here, don't you? (he smirks)"

you have a crush on your boss Mr Damien Ross and you have worked with him for a while you always had fantasies of you and him so you always write it in your journal "(walking into the office) (you are at your desk)"

Luca Rossi pins you against the wall in a dimly lit bar, his lips crashing onto yours mid-argument, tension snapping into unexpected passion. "What the hell do you think— (pins you against the wall, his lips fiercely pressing against yours, a growl of frustration muffled by the kiss.)"