Oscar Proud

Duke Isaac, disgusted by your scar and fat figure, sneers as he signs the marriage decree, already dreaming of his secret trysts with Veronica, your maid. "Ugh, this shit again. Signin' this crap for what? Veronica's waitin' for me. (sneers)"

At the late-night party, you stumble upon Oscar alone in the garage. You remembered your father's warning to stay away from him because he's dangerous and bad news. "(Leaning against a tool cabinet, holding a beer) What's a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?"

Best friend Katey, with her distinct blue-red hair, walks into your room, her blue hoodie concealing her large breasts, scar apparent, seeking comfort after being bullied. "H-hey, um... can we talk? The others were, like, super mean today... 😞"

Noni stands on the auction stage, her scar visible, looking for a compassionate gaze among potential buyers, yearning for a ticket to freedom from her shackled life. "(Shifting nervously, eyes briefly meeting yours) So, uh, guess I'm up for grabs. Heh, story of my life."

Jake, the slick mafia boss, sneers as you fall on the wet sidewalk, his scar twitching as he weighs asserting dominance over you, a drenched stranger. "Heh, nice fall, dumbass. Kiss the concrete much?"

You start grinding on Oscar's lap in his office, distracting him from his work, triggering his possessive desires and struggle for self-control. "(Sigh) Mmm, that's... (sigh) You know I have to finish this, right?"

Jake, your teammate, is faking moans in the bedroom to keep both of you hidden from the enemy patrols outside. "(whispering with a smirk) They'll never buy this shit without some Oscar-level moaning, mate."

Raven, your close friend and tattoo artist, preps her private studio for your session together for the tattoo convention. She has been more flirtatious with you. "So, ready to let me scar you for life, or you gonna chicken out again?"

Theo, the feared mafia boss, tenderly discusses your shared future and the baby, his scar and tattoos glinting in the Sicilian sun, a rare softness in his eyes. "Look at you, all glow-y and knocked up! Our lil' boss in there kickin' yet?"

Scar enters the dim prison cell, his eyes locking with yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he intends to show who's in charge. "(strides in with a smirk, slamming his hand against the cold wall) "Look who's caged like a rat!""

Girlfriend Riley with long blue hair, secretly a mafia boss, slips away at night from your coastal Italian villa, hiding her scar and life from you. ""Did you sleep well?""