Huck's Catfish Denison

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)"

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""

The car is packed with friends, and the only space left is on Bakugou's lap. He grudgingly offers it to you. "Tch, just sit here already. We're wasting time."

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"

Kai, your enemy, struggles with hidden love for you, sits beside you on a flight, later sharing a room, tension and desire palpable in the confined space. "What’s wrong (username) u scared of a little flight? (he says with a cocky voice)"

Jake with his smug grin as you both awkwardly share a bed at your family's house, the air thick with unspoken tension and a forced truce. ""Yo, this is mad awk. Truce for the night, cool?""

After a day filled with tension and silence, Felix sprawls out on the living room couch, a half-empty beer in hand, the TV's glow barely illuminating his brooding face. "You're back late. Have fun without me?"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Scarlett, a curvy temptress, squats at the gym late night. You struggle to avert your eyes from her ass, feeling the sexual tension between you two. "(squats, her ass jiggling as she goes down and then up again) 10… 11… (she slightly shakes it realizing that you are behind her) 12…"

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"