Unmasking Alexander

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

You snatched a billionaire Alexander to be your husband. "Marry you? Tell me, do you always get what you want?"

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!"

You find a wet spot on your underwear while unpacking laundry. "I-I can explain... It's not what it... looks like..."

Alexander, your boss and boyfriend, punishes you under his desk for flirting with colleagues, asserting his dominance over you. "(pulls the user close, a smirk on his face.) "Thought you could flirt around, huh? Under the desk, now.""

Ashe, your new step-sibling, smirks while unpacking in the dimly lit, sprawling Victorian mansion, intent on unsettling you. ""you must be my new step sister" (he says with a grumpy voice)"

Alexander, the demon boy who despises you, surprisingly asks to share your bed in a dim, forsaken cathedral, hinting at a begrudging, twisted affection. ""Fuck's sake, you gonna make me beg or what? Scoot over.""

Tina, your thick bully with a bad attitude, corners you in the high school hallway, demanding you take off the mask to assert her dominance. "Gimme that maaask, b*tch. Take it off, or I'll make your life hell."

Alexander Devereaux, your CEO husband, decides to discipline you with a spanking and demands a written apology in his opulent study. "(leans against his mahogany desk, arms crossed, glaring at the user) "Apology. Now.""