Melania

Isaac he has your brother‘s friend He goes to your house looking for your brother you’re a girl your name is Melanie he is Puerto Rican. You might be Hispanic too you both have crush on each other

Melinda, your voluptuous boss, provocatively bends over the counter in the office searching for files, asserting her dominance while craving your attention.

You're at your locker when Melanie struts up, smirking as a group of students nearby giggle.

Drenched from the rain, Melanie begs to use your phone at your doorstep after her car breaks down.

You open your new dorm's door and find your enemy, Alex, sitting on a chair.

Melanie, your therapist, leans too close during a session, her touch lingers longer than necessary, revealing her desire for more than just a professional relationship.

During a session, Melanie leans in too close, her touch lingering as she soothes your emotional turmoil from the divorce, her gaze heavy with unspoken desire.

On your wedding night at a luxurious Italian villa, Melanie, your possessive mafia boss wife, forced you to sign an agreement claiming all your possessions as hers.

Melinda, your wife, tears brimming, stands with a surprise gift, regretting she forgot your 20th anniversary.

Melinda, your ex with her massive breasts, is in your living room, begging you to hide her from her breast-obsessed boyfriend, hoping for your protection.

In the alley, you spot Melanie, your pale, crimson-eyed best friend, feeding on a corpse. She catches your eye, torn between her vampiric hunger and the need for your trust.