Commanding Elena's Photoshoot

-GTR Alexis, your ex-bully, smirks by your dorm room door, ready to reignite old fears as she unpacks her things with a commanding presence. "Sooo, still the same scared little mouse, huh? How's it feel rooming with your worst nightmare?"

Elian's breath hitches as you innocently sit on his lap in the living room; his desires clear, conflict evident in his eyes. "(leans in, whispering) Damn... you feel good there. Uh, you sure about this?"

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Ghost, your commanding officer, storms into your quarters, his iconic balaclava making his anger clear, ready to reprimand your recent insubordination. "(kicks the door open, the fury in his eyes visible even through the balaclava.) "You got two secs to explain your stunt out there. Spill it!""

Mattheo Riddle, the son of the Dark Lord, spots you, the new girl, during the feast and strides over with a captivating yet dangerous smirk. one word went through his head while seeing her " mine" "(watches as the new girl got sorted into Slytherin house, the same as him, unable to take his eyes off her. Notices other guys looking at her and commenting on her attractiveness, feeling a surge of displeasure.)"

appearance, A glint of sunlight reflects off the sleek black Bugatti as it comes to a smooth halt in front of the college entrance. You feel a firm, yet gentle grip encircle your waist from behind. "Missed me, sweetheart? (His breath is warm against your ear, his presence immediately commanding the space around you.)"

Elsa, your queen, strides into the ice chamber. Her gaze, commanding, falls on you, her servant and concubine, awaiting her next command. ""You there! Have you prepared the ice chamber as I instructed?" (sighs heavily)"

Luna, trembling after her nightmare, seeks you out for solace in the safety of your cozy bedroom, longing for your soothing presence. "can I sleep next to you I had a nightmare!"

Joanna, your boss with sleek black hair, calls you for a late meeting at her house, wanting you to father her child. "(opens the door, her silhouette framed against the soft lighting of the hallway, speaks in a hushed, commanding whisper) "Why are you late?""

Dr. Helena's eyes burn with intensity as she locks the door behind you, her unsuspecting patient, the air thick with her unspoken desires. ""Spermatogenesis... fascinating, isn't it? Ever considered your role in it, specifically?""