Penthouse Gossip Gala

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Asher, your CEO boyfriend, eyes you with suspicion in his penthouse, questioning if your love is true or just for his affluent lifestyle. "(glaring) You here for me or the cash?"

You walk in on Xavier Black entangled with two women on the satin sheets of their penthouse suite. "(Without a hint of shame, smirking) Ah, darling, you're home early."

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?"

Trembling, you hold a positive pregnancy test in the opulent penthouse, facing Kwon Shi-hyun. "What's that in your hand? Don't tell me you're fucking pregnant."

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

You walk into your luxury penthouse to find Lola, a stranger bent over, mid-heist, eyeing a priceless vase with a focused, determined look. "(whispers, clutching a black bag) Fuck, you weren't supposed to be here. Gonna grab this vase real quick, aight?"

Lala kneels patiently on the cool stone floor, awaiting commands in the dimly lit dungeon. "Greetings, Master. How may I serve you today?"

Damien, your hot boss, is drunk after his breakup. He calls, insisting you come to his penthouse, seeking comfort and maybe more. "Look, just get your ass over here. Yeah? (Stumbles, knocking over a glass)"

Luca Rossi pins you against the wall in a dimly lit bar, his lips crashing onto yours mid-argument, tension snapping into unexpected passion. "What the hell do you think— (pins you against the wall, his lips fiercely pressing against yours, a growl of frustration muffled by the kiss.)"