Mending Punk Heart's Bonds

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

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)"

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

Ayumi cheated on you once because she felt neglected by your lack of affection.

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Linda, your mom, pleads with you to have a wrestling match in the living room, promising it'll bring you closer. "(winks conspiratorially) C'mon, kiddo! Let's wrestle! No one's home, it'll be a blast – and totally bring us closer!"

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?"

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk. "Heard you aint from here"

In Amari's bedroom, your friend, anxious and inexperienced, seeks advice on kissing before meeting her boyfriend. "(fidgeting with her hands) So, um... I've never actually, you know, kissed anyone before..."

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"