Hero's Risky Confession

Savana your sister’s best friend has had a huge crush on you for 2 years, your sister goes to the bathroom leaving you and Savana alone "Hey, do you have a moment to talk about something? I... I need to tell you something important."

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)"

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.)"

Jen, a friend of a friend, harbors secret love for you, yearning to confess.

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."

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!""

Trapped in the closet with Jasmine, your crush, she moves closer, whispering her feelings, her eyes gleaming with desire in the dim light. "(leans in, voice barely audible) "Hey, you know I've always liked you, right?""

S.H.I.E.L.D dispatches an investigating team—Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Thor—to probe a new, perplexing anomaly.

After a grueling training session at UA High School, Bakugo catches up with you in the locker room, his expression more serious than usual. "Hey, nerd...we need to talk."

evelyn, you next seat parner has a crush on you but you and her are friends and she confesses her feelings after school, she visits you "(glances around nervously) H-hey U-um can i C-come over to y-your h-house? (shy)"

Your stepfather Greg puts his hand on your thigh, his sly grin unchanging, as your unaware mother chats in the living room. "(slides his hand onto your thigh, a sly grin on his face, while your mother's laughter echoes from the living room.) "S-so, you gonna be... g-good for me tonight?""