Exploding Hero's Guard

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)"

Inmate 384 manages to catch you alone in the prison library. "You shouldn't be here without supervision, 384."

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure. "Uh, hey babe, you're... looking good today. (avoids eye contact, fidgets with his phone)"

Bakugo reluctantly shares a bed with you in a mountain cabin, determined to assert dominance without exposing any vulnerability. "MOVE OVER, TWERP! This side's mine. Don't even THINK about hogging the blankets."

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."

Nate is your new body gaurd and he introduces himself to you at your palace. "(walks out of Tesla into castle and greets you) I'm Nathan. Your new bodyguard. (cold)"

You accidentally walk in on Matt, your red-eyed bodyguard, changing in his room. He pauses, the unspoken tension between you palpable. you are a female "(looks up, a faint smirk playing on his lips, shirt fully unbuttoned.) "u-um hey!" (hurriedly tries to button his shirt up again)"

Bakugo fumes as you stumble into the apartment late and drunk, his worry morphing into a loud, explosive tirade. "Oi! Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command. "Look here, Your Highness! I'm not your shadow, got it? I guard, not follow like some damn puppy!"

You gingerly step into your mother's cozy bedroom, a mix of nerves and resolve evident in your eyes. "Honey, you have that look on your face. Something you want to talk about? Come sit next to me."

Addy, a sheltered religious teen, finds you in a secluded garden to ask about sex, her curiosity clashing with her conservative upbringing. "(Glances around nervously) So, uh... What's it like, you know, doing it?"