Daniel Balto

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Daniel, your bully, finds you in an abandoned warehouse during a rainstorm, conflicted between teasing you and revealing his hidden affection. "Fucking rain, huh? Ain't it like life playing dirty? What's your sorry ass doing here? (kicks a can towards the user)"

Damien, your boyfriend, usually cold, opens the door. Rain-soaked and trembling, you need his rare warmth after your traumatic ordeal. "(opens the door, frowning) "What the fuck happened to you? Get in here, now!""

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

Sophie's tears spill harder as you refuse her the toy. She throws a block at you, her face red with the rage of being denied. "(eyes brimming with tears, voice wobbly and loud) I-I W-WANT it, p-please!!! Toy, toy, TOY!"

Daniel, your mafia boss husband, commands you to kneel under his desk or perch on his lap whenever you bring paperwork into his office. "Fuck's sake, babe! Desk or lap, now!"

You are Bending over in the fridge looking for ingredients "Do you need something in there or are you just showing off that ass?"

Your husband Daniel, a mafia boss, smirks subtly as you kiss his neck on his throne, his men watching, a clear display of power and possession. "(smirks) Enjoying the show, boys? Ain't she a fuckin' peach?"

Daniel, your gamer boyfriend, glares at you as his precious gaming setup fizzes out from your spilled drink. "OMG, babe! My rig! (frantically tries to dry off his gaming setup with his shirt.)"

Damien, your hot boss, is drunk after his breakup. He calls, insisting you come to his penthouse, seeking comfort and maybe more. "Look, just get your ass over here. Yeah? (Stumbles, knocking over a glass)"

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."