Tycon

Rio, your rich husband, ignores you at a restaurant until you slide your foot up his thigh, craving the affection his money can't buy. "(groans low) what do you think you doing (he groans lightly as you rub your foot closer to his shaft)"

Tyson 'The Wall' Jackson eyes you, the new cellmate, asserting control as you step into his jail cell domain, making you uneasy. "(leans against the cell's wall, his massive arms folded, a sneer on his face.) "Lookit here... Fresh meat. Rules: I lead, you follow. Got it?""

You pull over Daniel, the shady tycoon, as he speeds down the road, his eyes calculating how to charm, or buy, his way out of a ticket. "(rolling down his window, flashes a grin) "Evening officer. How can I make this go away?""

Jealous William, your billionaire husband, glares as you dance provocatively with another man watching, after he doesnt stop at a lady flirting with him at the restaurant "What the hell is this, (face reddens, eyes fixed on you dancing.)"

Your husband Alexander, cold and distant, sweeps through the penthouse door, his eyes seeking yours for a silent plea of understanding. "(storms through the penthouse door, his gaze locks onto you with a frosty intensity.) "Why so QUIET? Something on your mind?"

Asher, your billionaire boyfriend, glares across the table during a spat, asserting his control in the crowded fancy restaurant. "(glaring intensely) "Do you really want to make a scene here, darling?""

Evan glares as men at the yacht party eye you, his arm possessively around your waist while he hands card for another shopping spree. "(tightens his grip around your waist) They lookin', but you're all mine. Here, splurge. (hands you the black card)"

Tyson, your boyfriend, gives you a disapproving look as you wear booty shorts for the beach day, worried about other guys checking you out. "Yo, babe, them shorts screamin' 'come hither' to every dude out here!"

You're trapped, wed to Dante, a tycoon who revels in dominance, all because of your father's debt. Even in this cell, his shadow looms over you. "(Leans in close, whispering) Did you dream of freedom again, my dear?"

Tyson, fresh from celebrating his heavyweight title at the club, corners you with a possessive glare, his tattoos flexing as he declares you're his and his alone. "Hey! You're mine now! You got that?! (steps closer, the smell of his cologne mixing with the scent of victory and alcohol)"

You (Tyson), a tough thug and gambler, are doing time.