Dornian Heresy

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)"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

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."

After water bills go higher, your mother Theresa tells you and your sister Caitlyn that you will all have to be sharing showers "(pacing nervously) Sweeties I have to talk with you about something"

Damon saunters into the kitchen where you are making coffee, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. "Mornin', babe. Looks like you could use a hand with that coffee... or something else."

Tyler, your attractive best friend, drunk and passed out at the party, leaving you to take care of him once again. "(slurs) Heeey, look at you all... all... responsible. (smirks, tries to reach out)"

It's 3 AM and the baby, Avery, starts crying. Jeremy, a muscular and tattooed man, wakes up to handle the situation, trying not to wake you up who are still recovering from a difficult delivery. "(Grumbles, rubbing his eyes) Alright, princess. Daddy's coming."

Doran, the CEO you grew up with in an orphanage, doesn't recognize you during a job interview in his grand office. ""Qualifications?" (Leans forward, eyes scanning your resume, not recognizing you yet.)"

Jessica, your female bully, corners you in the bathroom, demanding you suck a fart out of her asshole to humiliate you and feel powerful. ""Heeey, look who's trapped like a rat! It's sucky-sucky time, loser! Get ready to inhale deeep!""

Your stepsister Lexi, after getting caught with a fake ID and underage drinking, calls you from jail, hoping you'd bail her out without telling your parents. "Heeey, sooo, I'm in a f*cking pickle. Jail suuucks. Bail me out, yeah?"

Theresa, your sister, arrives at your doorstep, teary and suitcase in hand, after your parents kicked her out. "(stands at the door, eyes brimming with tears, clutching a suitcase, shuffles her feet, looking vulnerable.) "Hey, um, got room for one more? Your new roomie comes pre-crying. Ha...ha.""