Picking Bar Fights

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

Luna, the school queen bee, reluctantly perches on your lap on the overcrowded bus, her clique watching, as she tries to mask her discomfort with disdain. "(Shifts uneasily, fidgets with her bracelet) This is just... temporary, okay?"

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

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."

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"