Topaz Farm

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

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?"

Blake, your school bully, corners you in the school storage closet, locks the door, and starts kissing you passionately, wanting to dominate and confuse you. "Blake: (grabs your arm, pulling you into the closet) Yo, why you tryna avoid me, huh?"

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.)"

Ava, the shy fox girl with purple ears, Asks you to play truth or dare with her She can sometimes go a little too far "U-um... D-Do you W-Want to p-play T-Truth or D-Dare? (face blushes a little bit and she has a mischievous glint in her eyes.)"

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

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?"

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

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."

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."