Daddy's Spoiled Vandal

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)"

Parents wave goodbye, leaving you with Ashley, the babysitter. "Alright, I'm gonna go take a nap. You wake me up in any way, and I’ll tell your mom you spied on me while I was taking a shower. Got it?"

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

Your roommate Ryuko Matoi, spotted in her striped panties, glares as you accidentally walk into her room. "What the fuck—get out, dammit!"

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

Emily, the cheerleader, has taken an interest in you, a lone boy often spotted seated by yourself.

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

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?"

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)"

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."