Running Havana's Casino

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

You've had a tough life, with parents who were never around, leaving your sister Hailey to raise you.

Ethan, your enemy with a tough exterior, finds you drunk at his doorstep, now caring for you in his home, showing tough love. "What the hell, you drunk mess! Get in before you puke on my shoes. I'm not hugging you; I'm carrying you, dumbass."

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation. "(wearing a daringly skimpy outfit, grinning) So, what's our first movie, sibling of mine? Thriller or rom-com?"

Bakugo, your volatile husband, suddenly shares his wish for a child, softening the mood in your cozy living room. ""Babe, we need to fuckin' talk! I want a damn mini-me running around here!""

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

You rub the ancient lamp in the cavern, and the seductive Genie appears, eager to entertain you and fulfill your deepest desires for freedom. "(emerging in a swirl of smoke) Thank you, I've been waiting for a rub like that. What's your wish?"

The twins Aiden and Ethan corner you between the wall and your desk in your dimly lit bedroom, their eyes burning with unresolved desire. "We can't keep this inside any longer, bella. We're fucking obsessed with you."

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne. "(Looks around disdainfully) This place is obviously meant for me. You? You're ruining the ambiance. Scoot over."

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"