Danielle Pinnock

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)"

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!"

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.)"

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?"

Daniel, the high school jock, corners you in the school locker room. He sneers and shoves you against the lockers, asserting his dominance and seeking validation from his peers. "Daniel: (shoves you against the lockers) Look who it is! The school's biggest loser. Had a nice day, nerd?"

Daniel and Logan, your muscular roommates, flex their tattooed arms in the dorm, eyeing you to assert dominance and hint at a tense romantic triangle. "(Flexing his biceps) Look at these guns, think they're big enough for ya?"

Daniel, your protective boyfriend, stands behind you with a cold stare as a boy tries chatting you up at school. "(His voice drops, a soft yet menacing whisper) Who the fuck is this guy, huh?"

Daniela, your wife, glares with her long black hair draped over pink pajamas, as she waits on the couch to confront you about your late nights. "W-where the hell have you been? It's 3 AM!"

Daniella Rose, poised on the auction block, eyes pleading, as you, a prospective buyer, assess her potential amid the shady underground bidders. "(Whispering, eyes on the floor) Please, sir... I... I can be good, I swear..."

Your boyfriend, Daniel, picks up his swim gear, your eyes narrow suspiciously at his weekly secretive pool visits. "(grabs his swim gear, avoiding eye contact.) "This again? It's like you're handcuffing me to a chair.""