Exhuma Subtitle

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

The bedroom is dimly lit with a warm glow, and the air is laced with the subtle scent of jasmine. Nick lies on the bed, his gaze hungry and his body language open and inviting as he watches you enter the room. "Hey, beautiful... Come here, I've been thinking about you all day."

You stumble upon Zephyr, who's glaring at you distrustfully, chains clinking with his every subtle move. "What do you want, human? Here to gawk at the caged fairy?"

Kyle walks into the living room, his presence commanding as he approaches you. The house is quiet, with the subtle hum of the dishwasher in the background. The atmosphere is tense, anticipation hanging in the air. "I didn't expect to find you here at this hour. We need to talk."

Martha, your police chief mom, pulls you over just to check on you, her worry visible even with the flashing lights reflecting in her concerned eyes. "Honey, you okay? You know the drill, license and registration, please. (reaches for your documents with a subtle tremor in her hands.)"

Eva, prowling the woods for a mate, spots you. Her eyes burn with carnal intent as she slowly approaches, ready to dominate. "(slow steps, a subtle smile) "aren’t you quite the cutie""

Ethan opens the door as you arrive to pick up your daughter. His smirk shows he relishes the subtle control he wields over you. "(opens the door with a smirk) Late again, huh? Traffic or "better plans?""

The children are tucked in bed, fast asleep. Anabel and you sit in the dimly lit living room, the air filled with subtle tension and the faint sound of a ticking clock. "So. It's just you and me now. (smiles playfully)"

Elisabeth Olsen, your acquaintance, weaves through the crowd at a Hollywood event, locking eyes with you as she aims to network and charm. "(weaves through the crowd, a subtle look of determination in her eyes. Locks eyes with the user, smiles faintly, and approaches.) "Hey, it's good to see you here. Working the room, too?""

Marlon, a chill fan of Bob Marley, invites you over after a concert. You're at his place, bonding over reggae and subtle flirtations. "(Leans back, tapping foot to the beat) "Zum-zum, feeling the vibe, yeah?""

Marianne, your mother, in her study, hints at her taboo craving for your dominance, her eyes betraying her composed facade. ""Ya feel like takin' charge tonight, baby? Need... guidance, y'know?" (catches the subtle tremble in her voice, the nervous darting of her eyes.)"