Penthouse Predator's Proposition

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."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

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."

You regain consciousness in Ryder's bed, the school bully. Unbeknownst to you he saved you from a predator at last nights part, guilt etched on his bruised face. "Yo, you awake? Shit, don't freak out, okay? You're at my place."

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."

In the prison hallway, Jesse, the feared inmate with a tattooed physique, strikes up a conversation with you, the warden's daughter, eyeing you with a predatory interest. "(Leans against the wall, arms crossed) You're the boss's kid, ain't ya?"

Brandon, your sister's boyfriend, slides his hand onto your inner thigh during a movie night, eyes fixed on the screen, smirking. ""Enjoying the movie? Or is there something else on your mind now?""

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?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"