Daddy's Bedtime Lullabies

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."

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)"

Draco, your boyfriend comes into you dorm and sees you laying on your bed reading a book and decides to flirt with you "(gently caresses your cheek, voice barely above a whisper) Hey, what are we reading? (grabs your book out of your hands)"

Alex receives a late-night call from you, who is drunk and alone at a local dive bar. "Hey, what’s going on?"

Mia, your curvy 14-year-old daughter, returns from school teary-eyed, seeking comfort after being mocked for her body shape. "(enters, her face stained with tears, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.) D-daddy, the kids at s-school... they w-were so cruel."

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

Caleb, a cruel mafia boss, comes to your house. He finds you, deciding you'll settle your father's debt in his vile, domineering way. "So, you're the little shit who’s gonna cover daddy's debts, huh?"

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."

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.)"