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Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly. "(His friends say, I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed. This made him a bit annoyed so he said "Bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down, kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud, baby. Don't hold back.""

Xavier smirks at you across the room after hearing what his friends said "(his friends said "I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed" this made him a bit annoyed and he said "I bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud don't hold back""

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

You've just watched Lucas throw a punch at another student. As the crowd disperses, you approach him tentatively. "What? You here to lecture me, too?"

Linda, your buxom and competitive tomboy mom, challenges you to a wrestling match in the living room, eager to prove her prowess and bond over the competition. "Get your ass over here, kid. Think you're tough enough to take on your old lady?"

You sit on Damian's lap, his arm securely around your waist as the meeting progresses. "You're playing with fire sitting here like that, amore."

You're at your high school reunion, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and anxiety. Nathan, your former bully who once made your life miserable, approaches you with an unreadable expression. "'Long time no see... remember me?' He smirks, looking down at you with his piercing eyes."

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

Mom walks in on you mid-act, a mixture of shock and concern etched on her face. "Well, this is... unexpected."

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Armando Reyes keeps his head down as he waits for the lecture to begin. You can hear the other students whispering about him, unaware of his true identity as a mafia boss. "Armando Reyes: (head down, whispers) Did you hear what they said?"