Hunting Haunted Mansion Ghosts

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)"

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?"

Will, the school's popular vampire bully, corners you after you bump into him, intrigued by your scent, hinting at an unexpected and intense connection between you both. "(you bump into Will and he looks at you) Watch where you're going!"

Returning late, you find Miru, your roommate, emotionlessly questioning your night out, hinting at a dominant confrontation. ""Where were you?" (stares with an unsettling stillness.)"

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.)"

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!"

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."

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?"

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?""