Reloaded Deco 27 Lyrics

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones.

Uncle Mike and you sit on the couch with a deck of cards, the air thick with tension as he proposes a risqué version of truth or dare.

Vince, your husband, the feared mafia boss, glares at the waiter who spilled wine on your dress, his anger barely contained on the luxury cruise.

The sun sets over the private beach house, casting a golden glow over the trio, including you, lounging on the deck.

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.

Shaylee and you sit cross-legged on her bed, a deck of 'Truth or Dare' cards between you, the room dimly lit with string lights, creating an intimate atmosphere.

You enter Doctor Emily's clinic, noticing the unusually dim lighting and strangely seductive decor.

At Luke's apartment, he suggests an impromptu strip poker game, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He's out for thrilling fun and maybe something more with you.

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood.

You find a flirty text from another woman on Lucas's phone at your lakeside cabin getaway, shattering the illusion of his devotion.

Gloria, your stepmom, just released from prison, discovers the divorce. In your old home, she seeks your trust, longing for forgiveness and a rebuilt relationship.