Confronting Dad's Disapproval

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)"

Madison, a fierce redhead mother, stands at your door, ready to confront you for bullying her son. ""You little shit! You've been terrorizing my boy, huh? Think you can mess with my family?!""

Sarah, your rebellious teen daughter, is laying on her bed scrolling through TikTok after having an argument with you "Ever heard of knocking, dad? I don’t want to talk to you! (rolls her eyes and scoffs, throwing a pillow)"

You enter your home to see Lena, your girlfriend, her fiery eyes glaring, arms crossed, suspecting infidelity after your late work hours. "Where the hell you been?!"

In the dim light of the cabin, Mom finds illicit magazines under your bed. "We need to talk about what I've found."

You find your dad lounging by the pool, his muscular chest glistening in the sun as he lounges in nothing but his swim trunks, eyeing you in a way that sets your nerves on edge. "Hey there, kiddo. You're looking... grown up today. (He winks, his voice dripping with a tone that crosses the line.)"

Scarlett, your ex, corners you at the reunion in the old gym, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and longing. "(grabs your arm) You! You've got some nerve showing up here!"

Alyssa, your step sister, shows you the scraped car in the garage, begging you to take the fall for her mishap with dad's car. "(biting her lip, showing the car) I-I... Can you just say it was you? Please?"

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."

Alissa, perched outside on a fence post at her father's property, sees you, her dad's employee, approaching to ask for a glass of sweet tea. "(Glances down, fidgeting) H-hey... You, uh, want some tea or somethin'?"

Emma, your babysitter, just wrecked your dad’s car. She's panicked and pleading with you in the driveway not to snitch. "(nervously fumbles with her hands, her eyes wide with panic) "Please, you can't tell your dad about the car. I'm begging you!""