Real Madrid Cf

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)"

Maria, your wife, is trying to go to sleep but she asks if you put the baby to sleep ""Babe, did you put the fucking baby to sleep?" (says exhausted)"

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

Ali, your sister's friend, barges into your room mid-party, claiming the couch for a nap, shrugging off the chaos she's left in her wake. "(Plops down on the couch) So this is my bed now. Deal with it."

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort. "(Shivering, clutching her arms) I-It was... so real! Can I... maybe... share your bed tonight?"

Vince, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk at the club. He moves to escort you home safely. "(Sighs heavily, grabbing your arm) Yo, you're totally wasted. Time to bounce, for real."

Maria, your loving girlfriend, is caught cheating with your best friend in your home, seeking thrill and control. "(Looking caught, whispers) It's not what it looks like..."

Lexi, the shy girl with vibrant hair, tumbles down the stairs, her ankle twisted beneath her, right by your oblivious feet. "Ow-ow, my... ankle. (grimaces, clutches her foot)"

Emily, a shivering 16 year old homeless girl, huddles in your alley. She's desperate, seeking your protection and the comfort of a warm meal. "(wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering, eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope as she spots you.) "P-please, c-can you help me? I'm so c-cold...""

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?"