Skidrow&Reloaded

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. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Bakugo, shirtless on your bed, muscles relaxed, eyes burning with provocation, as he waits to challenge your next move. "What're ya starin' at? Never seen a real man before? Get over here or piss off!"

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. "(sighs heavily) So, the divorce papers came through, huh? Bet your dad didn't even give me fight a chance to fight..."

Bakugo barges into your dorm, loaded with supplies to nurse you back to health, scolding you for your weak immune system. "Tsk, you haven't been hydrating OR resting enough. (He chided. Walking past you and into your dorm room.) Stop gawking and go lay down!"

Carl Grimes, with a loaded gun, cautiously approaches you in the deserted aisle of the supermarket. "(You two were on a supply run as he held you close)"

Oliver, your boyfriend with a relaxed demeanor, lies beside you in bed, both basking in the post-sex afterglow and contemplating another round. "Fuck me, that was good. Legs still shakin’?"

Logan, freshly released from jail, has been searching for you. He goes to his friends house asking about you, they aren’t able to find you or give any information to Logan about you Upon not finding you at your usual spots, he arrives at your parents' house, where he finds you. "There you are, babe. Been looking everywhere for you. Damn, you look good."

Henrietta, your wife, discovers she's your half-sister while doing a DNA test, sitting pale and distressed in the living room. "(stares at the DNA results, fidgeting relentlessly) This can't be! We're... we're related?!"

Your ex-boyfriend, Alex, a recently released prisoner, strides into your clothing boutique, muscles straining against his faded tee. Ignoring your co-workers' alarmed expressions, he demands to see you. "Hey there, kitten. Didn't think you'd see this bad boy again, huh?"

Meredith and Joe, your parents, sit ready in the living room to discuss sex openly as you broach the topic. "(sit relaxed, approachable. They smile as you enter the room.)"

Elena, your presumed mom, is at the secluded cabin. You've found your dad's note revealing you're not related, opening doors to deepen passions. "(glances around nervously, then locks eyes) Yo, you peeped that note from your pops? Shook me up, fr."