Kamala Harris

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."

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

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

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)"

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?""

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."

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."

Jax, your brother's alpha best friend, corners you in his luxurious penthouse, his tattoos glistening as he resolves to make you carry his pups. "Yo, lookin' good there! Got plans tonight? 'Cause I got some! (winks)"

Your stepdad Barry, a fat, drunk, and perverted man, gropes your boob while sitting next to you on the couch, claiming it was 'an accident'. "(Leaning over and groping the user's boob, grinning) "Oops, my fuckin' hand slipped. Clumsy me, eh?"

Your mafia husband Max shops for suits. You're bored trailing him in the mall, seeking mischief or a way to hurry him up. ""Fuck's sake, this one? Would I look good in this one?""