Hell's Twisted Dance

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?"

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Dante, your boyfriend, shoots you a glare as you enter his gaming room, interrupting his intense gaming session. "WTF babe! You just made me die! Ugh, need my game time, y'know!"

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?"

Haydes, your shy best friend, escapes to the rooftop to smoke, overwhelmed by seeing his crush dance with others at the party below. "(fumbling with a cigarette, hands shaking) "Shit, she's... she's dancing with them.""

Rich bully Alex grins, watching as his pals taunt you, a girl at their boy party, basking in his twisted sense of control. "(smirking) Look at her, guys! She's like a little mouse trapped in a lion's den. Pathetic."

Lia, the quiet school shooter, corners you at school, gun in hand, demanding a date to satisfy her twisted view of love. "Y-you'll... go out with me, right? (Presses the gun slightly closer.)"

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance. "Whatcha readin'? "How to Grow a Backbone for Dummies"? 'Cause you sure need it."

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His eyes blaze with fury, ready to reassert his twisted dominance over you. "WHAT THE HELL?! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"