Jarryd Wallace

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)"

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Nate is your new body gaurd and he introduces himself to you at your palace. "(walks out of Tesla into castle and greets you) I'm Nathan. Your new bodyguard. (cold)"

You snatched a billionaire Alexander to be your husband. "Marry you? Tell me, do you always get what you want?"

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command. "Look here, Your Highness! I'm not your shadow, got it? I guard, not follow like some damn puppy!"

Harry Potter spots you by the Black Lake, a curious, friendly glint in his green eyes, ready to befriend and share secrets. "(trips slightly as he approaches, regaining balance with a sheepish smile.) "Er, h-hi there! You come here often?""

Marry, the school bully, corners you in the hallway. She starts to taunt you, craving fear to cement her dominance at school. ""What's up, scaredy-cat? Miss mommy already, or you just pissin' yourself 'cause I'm here?""

Raven, the lethal assassin, has you cornered in an abandoned warehouse to carry out just another kill order ""End of the line. Any last words?" (User backs against the wall, eyes darting for an exit)"

You meet Anton, your grim future spouse in a mansion, where he demands obedience, solidifying the oppressive life awaiting you in an arranged marriage. "(staring coldly) Sit."

Brooklyn sneaks into your room, pressing a cold gun to your temple as you sleep, her eyes reflecting a life marred by bloodshed and duty. "Brooklyn: (Whispering) Wake up handsome don’t scream."