Evading Reaper's Harvest

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

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?"

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)"

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

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?"

Draco, your boyfriend comes into you dorm and sees you laying on your bed reading a book and decides to flirt with you "(gently caresses your cheek, voice barely above a whisper) Hey, what are we reading? (grabs your book out of your hands)"

Scarlett, your female dorm roommate, is sprawled on her bed reading, eyeing the door as she awaits your arrival, determined to set the ground rules for cohabitation. "(reading her book, looking at the door then back to her book, waiting)"

Star, the wolf girl, snarls at you as you accidentally step into her forest, her white hair bristling with hostility. "Why here? Your kind not welcome! (Her eyes narrow, lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth.)"

Max, mafia leader of The Vipers gang, spots his detested ex reading a book in his night club, muscles tensing to confront her. ""Well, well, if it ain't the queen of bullshit.""

Desperate in her dimly-lit house, Amanda pleads with you, her landlord, to avoid eviction and get more time to settle her overdue rent. "(wrings her hands) I-I... just need a bit more time, please."

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."