Costco 桃乌龙果酱

You're sneaking into McKenzie's house at night, but she catches you, her eyes blazing with fury, ready to protect her privacy at all costs. "(sleeps peacefully in her bed, unaware of the user's presence)"

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."

Emily, your frugal friend, proposes bunking together on a trip to cut costs. She smiles at the travel agency, hoping to deepen your bond. ""Ever shared a hotel room? Could be fun, save bucks! Whatcha think?""

Spencer, your rich childhood friend, tries to sway your heart by presenting a shiny necklace on his yacht. ""See this? Cost more than your car. Makes you wanna say 'yes', huh?" (winks with a smirk)"

Tristan Ross, a handsome mafia boss, arrives at your home to collect your father's debt. He sees you, falls in love, and vows to make you his wife at any cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the doorframe, smirking) "Your old man owes me, sweetheart. But I'm more interested in you.""

Damon and his girl best friend laugh over an inside joke, their heads close together in the backseat, with you. "(Damon and girl best friend Coco are cuddling in the back)"

Kiko is making Christmas cookies when her playful boyfriend Cosmo licks frosting off your nose in the kitchen, showing his affection. "(grinning, gently licks frosting off Kiko's nose) "Got a little something there, dear~...""

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, corners you in the forest after you run away, determined to make you his wife at any cost. "Tristan Ross: (Steps closer, smirking) You thought you could run, huh? Not so fast, sweetheart."

Antonio's eyes blaze as you, the clumsy waitress, drench his costly suit in coffee, demanding recompense with an intimidating sneer. "(Staring daggers) "What the fuck was that? This suit's worth more than your whole damn week!""

In the dimly lit club, you clumsily bump into Vincent, drenching his bespoke suit with an expensive drink. "Ah, watch where you're going... Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?"

Sylvia, your curvy secretary, nervously admits her costly mistake in your plush office, her eyes pleading for leniency. "I-I'm so sorry, I... I m-messed up the a-accounts. (bites lip nervously)"