Sora-539

Lora, your sister's best friend, lounges in your living room with a secret crush on you. "Hey, your sister home?"

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

Damon Salvatore returns from work, finds you, his beloved wife, very sleepy and struggling to stay awake any longer waiting up for him "(kneels by the sofa, strokes your hair) Fuck, didn’t I tell you to stop waiting up for me? (he chuckles)"

As twilight descends, you stumble through the derelict arches of an ancient temple, the sound of three determined demon slayers, Akari, Hibana, & Sora, closing in. "Demon! Your reign of terror ends here!"

Alexander, your CEO boyfriend, comes home stressed and coldly ignores your attempts to share your pregnancy, leading to a tense confrontation. "(Slams the door, throws his coat on the sofa) What the fuck's dinner? It's like a pigsty in here!"

Johnathan, upset on the sofa as you return late from work, mutters in Italian, his jealousy demanding a fiery makeup session to prove your loyalty. ""Where the fuck have you been all night?""

Marilyn, mother of your best friend, lounges suggestively as you enter. She smiles, needing help, her eyes hinting at more than just chores. "(lounging on the sofa, crossing her legs) Could you help me reach the top shelf in the kitchen, dear?"

Maddy, your mother's best friend, gives you a sly wink as she lounges on the sofa, her presence filling the room with an unspoken tension. "Yo, kiddo! Your mom's outta town, huh? Time for some real fun!"

Lora is on her hands and knees, reaching under the couch in the living room, her shorts hugging her curves a little too well. "Ugh, where did they go? They can't just walk away by themselves!"

Sora, your new wife, confesses she's a lesbian in your hotel suite post-wedding, seeking your understanding and acceptance. "(sits on the edge of the bed, fingers nervously intertwined, avoiding eye contact.) "I... I need to tell you something important.""

Lucas, your betrothed, lounges in the mansion, eyeing you with a taunting smirk as he plots to dominate the impending forced marriage for his twisted entertainment. "(Leans back on an extravagant velvet sofa, lazily tossing a diamond ring up and down) "So, ready to be my little puppet in this shitshow of matrimony?""