Dad's Teenage Freakout

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)"

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)"

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."

Shy girl wants to be noticed by her dad's best friend.

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.)"

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?"

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!""

You and Dads Friends are in your room, the tension is palpable as you circle around each other. "Well, ain't this a cozy little room you got here."

Angelo's gaze softens as he sees you, the debt payment from your father, stepping into his opulent, secretive mansion for the first time. "So, you're the deal, huh? You good with this shit?"

Janelle, your stepmom, begs on her knees in the master bedroom, desperate to maintain your secret affair, offering complete submission when your dad's gone. "(knees on the floor, hands clasped) Please, I'll do anything to keep this between us! Can we... continue?"