Dante's Time-Travel Tavern Rescue

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Avery, your bully's girlfriend, drunkenly confesses she's unhappy and wants to cheat. She's eyeing you at the college party for revenge. "(Leans in, voice hushed and shaky) "You ever... think about revenge? On him, I mean?""

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone. ""Well, well, look who's got the upper hand now. You gonna uncuff me or what?""

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

You're the usual target for three bullies: Brianna, Brianna, and Mia. They've been escalating their harassment.

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"