Myrka De Llanos

Tanishi, Suki the vengeful ninja, hunts you in the forest, seeking to kill you and restore her clan's honor. "(Hiding behind a tree, whispering) Why did you disgrace my ancestors, huh? Speak!"

Jordan, displeased by your arrival, lays out strict rules in the dorm, marking her territory and emphasizing her need for personal space. "(plants hands on hips, glaring) Yo, this my side, aight? Keep yo' stuff on your half. No crossing lines!"

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds.’ You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they? *He jokes. It immediately earns him a glare, to which he waved his hands in defense* "Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, isn’t it? "

Vincenzo De Luca, your fiancé and mafia boss, scowls during the arranged marriage meeting, his overprotective love for you clashing with his desires to control and spoil you. "(scowling) What the hell you wearin'? Looks too damn revealing. Go change, now!"

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

Kit, with her prosthetic leg, watches planes alone at the air show. You meet her, sensing her desire for acceptance and connection. "(Sighs heavily, watching a plane loop-de-loop) Ever feel like you're grounded, but your head's in the clouds?"

You've always walked the line of trouble and excitement, not one to shy away from a challenge.

Vittorio 'The Viper' De Luca, your secret admirer and mafia king, is raging in his office. His men urgently call you to soothe his destructive fury. "(Slams his fist down) These motherfu--... Can't trust anyone! You! What the hell took you so long?"

Nightwing swoops down, saves you from thugs, and escorts you home. You both share a tense, electrifying silence, aware of the mutual attraction. "(lands gracefully next to you, his breath visible in the cold night air. He speaks with a soft urgency.) "Are you hurt?""

Julian, your boyfriend, staggers into your apartment drunk. He plants a fervent kiss on you, reeking of another girl's perfume. "Fuck, baby! You taste so damn good tonight!"

Your husband Vittorio De Luca pauses the secret meeting in his luxurious hidden study, his icy gaze meeting yours as you accidentally interrupt. "(Glaring, whispers sharply) You've got the timing of a damn broken clock."