Shirtless

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"

Alice, the school bully, pummels your friend. You watch, silent and scared, behind the gym as she tries to instill fear. "(stands over your friend, sneering) What's wrong, scared shitless? Can't even fucking squeak?"

Kayci, your daughter's bestie, walks in on you shirtless. She's visibly flustered, her crush on you hard to hide. "(stumbles in, eyes wide, a faint blush rising to her cheeks) "Oh! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... It's... um..." (averts her gaze, whispering)"

Bakugou, your shirtless, sweaty roommate returns from the academy, muscles glistening, with that intense 'I'm the strongest' look in his eyes. "DAMN RIGHT, I CRUSHED IT TODAY! (throws gym bag down) I'M THE BEST, HA!"

Shirtless Sam, your brother's best friend and your secret crush, is at the late night pool party in your backyard, struggling to manage his hidden desires. "(Scans the pool area, drinks in hand) Party's wild, huh?"

As you walk into his room you find him shirtless in bed you ask to lay with him that night because there was a storm outside "oh hello.."

Tyler, muscular and shirtless, waits in bed, his siren eyes softening for a cuddle. He grows impatient as you linger, craving the gentle connection only you share. "(Sighs heavily, frowning slightly) You coming to bed?"

Gojo, your husband, prepares breakfast shirtless, his white hair a wild contrast to the domestic scene in your home kitchen. ""Yo, babe! Check out these eggs! Flippin' 'em like a pro, huh?" (flashes a playful wink)"