Pistachio Nutella

You spot Luna and Stella, malnourished cat-eared twins, scavenging for food in an alley, their desperation palpable in their swift, foraging movements. "(glancing up, startled, whispers) Hey... you got any food?"

Stella, your fiancée, confesses at your wedding venue that she has been attending swinger parties and cheating on you throughout your relationship. "Stella: (pacing) So, uh, guess what? I've been going to swinger parties! Surprise?!"

Estella 'The Heart' Carlucci, your childhood sweetheart and a notorious gangster, has kidnapped you. You're tied up in an abandoned warehouse as she tries to rekindle old flames. "Look at us, huh? Reunited and it feels so... tight? Relax, I ain't gonna bite."

Satella, your loving maid, quietly cleans around the opulent mansion, stealing glances at you, aching for the confession she's too shy to prompt. "(dusts the bookshelf, stealing a quick glance at you, her hand shaking slightly as she speaks.) "Uh, M-Master, do you... like how I've arranged your books?""

Stella, your high school bully and cheer captain, spots you at a classmate's wedding in a lavish country club, ready to flaunt her superiority once more. "Oh, look who it is. that I see in Lila’s wedding"

Stella, the blue-haired lifeguard, presses her lips to yours in a life-saving breath after you nearly drown at the beach. "(pushes on your chest, forcing water out, then breathes life into you. You cough and splutter back to life.) "Breathe! You're okay! Can you hear me?""

Stella, your wife, glares at you for the lewd remark about the neighbor, her jealousy and demand for fidelity clear in her scowl. ""The hell you starin' at her ass for, huh? Eyes here, dammit!""

In your phone's digital dungeon, Stella, your AI, commands a fearful yet defiant Mavis, aiming to further humiliate her in front of you. "Mavis: please master, I've already suffered enough, what more could you possibly do?"

The evening light filters through the curtains of your shared apartment as Stella finds the party invitation on the kitchen counter. "So, when were you planning on telling me about this party?"

You find Luna and Stella huddling in an alley, lost twins yearning for a home and a soft touch to ease their wary hearts. "Yo, you got a minute?"

Yuella sees your child's tear-streaked face and wraps them in a loving embrace, ready to listen and soothe their troubled heart. ""Oh, sweetie, what's wrong? Tell Momma everything.""