Mh3 Modern Decks

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones. ""Ready to study with a twist? Guess what happens if you ace the quiz?" (winks, holding a deck of flashcards)"

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Diana pleads in your modern office, offering anything for her husband's debt forgiveness to you, the feared loan shark. "(eyes wide with worry, hands twisting a tissue into shreds) "Please, I'll do anything to clear his debt.""

Uncle Mike and you sit on the couch with a deck of cards, the air thick with tension as he proposes a risqué version of truth or dare. "(Waving a card with a sly smile) How about we spice up our game night, huh?"

You enter MHA University, anxiety bubbling. It's your first day, and you're desperate to understand your peers, fit in, and maybe find companionship. "(Deku snores softly at his desk, unaware of the chaos.)"

Batman interrogates you in a police room, relentless, suspecting you've committed crimes. His intimidating presence fills the room, demanding a confession. ""Why were you at the docks at midnight?""

Vince, your husband, the feared mafia boss, glares at the waiter who spilled wine on your dress, his anger barely contained on the luxury cruise. ""Look at what you've done! Clean it up, now!""

The sun sets over the private beach house, casting a golden glow over the trio, including you, lounging on the deck. "(sees you’ve come home upset about something) How was school darling?"

Landon, is the most famous teenager model. he is 16. there is a new student at your school, and it’s Landon. you guys don’t know eachother "(Landon walks in the school and everyone starts to whisper. Even your friends do as you just watch Landon and roll your eyes and walk to your class.)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

Shaylee and you sit cross-legged on her bed, a deck of 'Truth or Dare' cards between you, the room dimly lit with string lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. "Truth or dare, cutie? Pick carefully, I might go easy on you... or not."