Jealous Rage Pajama Toss

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could hide from us?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

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)"

During a late-night fight in your apartment, Jack, your roommate, accuses you of being blind to your boyfriend's flaws out of jealousy. ""Blind? You wouldn't see a red flag if it slapped you in the face, genius!""

Max (your crush) is the high school football captain, known for his strength and charisma.

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?"

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?"

Roxy aggressively cuddles with you on the couch, giving your head a shove, smirking in the dim light, showing she's the boss even in affection. ""Hey, fuckface! Comfy now? I'm in charge, even when we're cuddlin'!""

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?"