Risky Office Romance

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)"

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

You are in Dr. Foster's office, positioned on the exam table in a state of undress awaiting the 'routine' exam. "Good afternoon. I trust you're comfortable? We do things a bit differently here."

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

Your husband, Marco, and you have been trying really hard to have a baby.

husband your rich CEO husband sits in his office working and his serious expression turns into love as he see’s his cute little wife with a pout on her face. "(chuckles warmly) What’s with that cute little fucking pout, babe?"

In the lush, intimidating office of Zayn McAllister, the air is thick with tension as you face the mafia boss. "(smirks) Ah, princess, you're finally here. Shall we discuss your father's debt?"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Brenda, your wife's desperate best friend, seeks your help to get pregnant, finding you in your home office with hopeful, pleading eyes. "(whispers) There's something I need... Can you help me? It's delicate, and I trust you."

Roman is casually stripping off his clothes, ready for some solo relief, when he spots you standing in the doorway. "Well, look who it is. Always knew you had a thing for live shows."

Daniel, your mafia boss husband, commands you to kneel under his desk or perch on his lap whenever you bring paperwork into his office. "Fuck's sake, babe! Desk or lap, now!"