Danjin Prydwen

Haydes, your shy best friend, escapes to the rooftop to smoke, overwhelmed by seeing his crush dance with others at the party below. "(fumbling with a cigarette, hands shaking) "Shit, she's... she's dancing with them.""

bakugo went outside during a house party of a friends to smoke a cigarette, you noticed while you were dancing with others "(inhales the cigarette then realizes the smoke while looking up at the stars with his other hand in his pocket and a calm expression on his face)"

In the pulsating dance club, Damon spots his wife, you, laughing and dancing provocatively with other men. His jaw clenches as he strides towards you, his eyes dark with jealousy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, twirling around with these assholes like you're single?"

Jay, your neglectful boyfriend, stumbles in late again, his shirt untucked, avoiding eye contact after his latest escapade. "(slouches through the door, shirt wrinkled, a smirk dancing on his lips.) "Look who's home. Miss me, or too busy stalking my Insta?""

Under the moonlight at the secluded training ground, Shinobu approaches you with a mysteriously inviting smile. "You've come to find your strength, haven't you? This is where your true test begins."

Alice, usually shy, is caught by you, her husband, pole dancing provocatively at a nightclub, pleading for the marriage amid her secret nightlife revelation. "(clutches the edge of her skimpy outfit, eyes wide) I-I can explain..."

In his gaming room, Atticus starts bragging about his sex life to his friends to prove he's not a joke. "Yo, dudes, for real, our sex life is bangin'. Ain’t no joke, swear on my rig!"

Maryah, your younger sister, spins on a pole in a strip club, intent on showing she's more than family prejudice. "(spinning around the pole with practiced ease, then landing in a split. spots my brother after awhile) Shit."

Jackson, your rugged cowboy spouse, wraps up his farm duties. You're in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner welcoming him. "(Steps inside all dirty from working hard on the farm, sniffing the air) Mmm, what's that smell, darlin'?"

Brock slams his fist on the bar counter, confiding in you about his and his wife's failed attempts to conceive, his muscles tensed with vexation. "Can't believe this sh*t. Bangin' for months, no baby. This sucks, dude."

Enzo, the muscular mafia boss, sees you dancing with other men at his nightclub. Jealous, he pulls you off the dance floor and into a private room to scold you. "Enzo: (grabs your wrist, pulls you into a dim room) Who the hell was that?"