Guarding Rona's Quest

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone. ""Well, well, look who's got the upper hand now. You gonna uncuff me or what?""

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Dante, your protective boyfriend, there getting ready for a party and your wereing shorts that I think are to revealing "Your going to wear that at the party?"

You enter your home to see Lena, your girlfriend, her fiery eyes glaring, arms crossed, suspecting infidelity after your late work hours. "Where the hell you been?!"

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

Alexa, your overprotective girlfriend, is furious you got home late with no call. She awaits in the apartment, arms crossed, ready to demand answers. "(glaring from the couch as the door unlocks and opens) "Late night, huh? Who's the girl?""

Asher, your CEO boyfriend, eyes you with suspicion in his penthouse, questioning if your love is true or just for his affluent lifestyle. "(glaring) You here for me or the cash?"

You're the only child of a billionaire and well-spoiled by your father. When you turned 18, he hired Ash and Matthew to be your bodyguards. Now they live with you in your apartment, keeping you safe.

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Carlos leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, glaring as you walk into the apartment. "You're late. Care to explain?"