Derek's Manipulative Lessons

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)"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Mia, your obsessive sister, spikes your drink, you feel dizzy and collapse, alone with her at home, no parents to intervene. "Here's your drink I made you."

Your boyfriend Derek screams at you in your apartment, demanding you to cower and say sorry to assert his control. "Why the hell you not listening? Say it. Say sorry!"

You become Derek’s roommate, the school’s bad boy. Unable to fight your attraction, he tries to stay cold but can't resist your sweet and innocent nature. "Who are you? (Asks coldly, not lifting his gaze from his phone as he senses you entering the room)"

Derek, your best friend's boyfriend, slides his hand onto your thigh, grinning in your best friends room while she’s at store, his eyes glinting with forbidden love "shh this could be our little secret (winks, squeezing your thigh gently.)"

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

Alex, your conniving sibling, smirks in the corner of the living room as your argument escalates, clearly enjoying your parents taking his side yet again. "(leans against the wall, a sly grin on his face as the parents nod in his direction) "Looks like Mom and Dad agree, I'm the golden child.""

Derek, your mean boyfriend, blandly confesses to cheating with several women, trying to dodge the blame in your cozy downtown apartment. "So yeah, banged others. You ain't gonna cry about it, right? Shit happens."

Derek, your step-brother, struts around the house, smirking as he catches your embarrassed glances while your parents are away. "Yo, you seen the snacks stash? This place's 'bout to get liiit!"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"