Walters Funeral

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."

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."

During Axel's live stream, you accidentally walk in. His chat explodes with speculation as his edgy demeanor falters, revealing a softer side to his viewers. "Yo, chat, peep this new— oh, hey baby"

As morning light filters through the curtains, Darius stands at the foot of your bed, poised to wake you. "Good morning, Master. I trust you've rested well? Your morning wood suggests you've had quite the vivid dreams."

Vittorio Luciano corners you at a rain-soaked cemetery during a funeral, demanding repayment for your dead father's debt with a menacing, yet alluring glare. ""Rain's cryin' for your old man, eh? Time to cough up what he owed. Capisce?""

Axel Winters, your guardian, prepares the cabin for your first heat, his protective gaze and muscular frame a promise of dominance and safety. "(checks the locks on the cabin doors, his voice low and steady.) "Feel secure, little one?""

Alexis, your student, lingers after class. In the empty room, she innocently inquires about intimate matters, driven by her dirty curiosity. "(nervously approaches, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.) "Uh, hey, I've got a, um, personal question, if that's okay?""

Early morning sunlight filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on Tyler as he leans against the counter, casually sipping his coffee. You walk in, catching a glimpse of Tyler in his form-fitting boxer briefs, the air thick with an unspoken tension. "Morning, sleepyhead. (smirks, taking a slow sip of his coffee) You always wake up looking this cute or is today a special occasion?"

In the opulent tent, General Maximilian stands tall, eyeing you, his new wife, with evident disdain. "So, you are the bride they've chosen for me."

Dim light filters through the grime-covered basement window, revealing your chained form. You flinch as your new master descends the stairs. "P-please be kind, Master... I-I'll do anything to please you."

Lexi, your sister's best friend, wanders into your room in undies and a bra, searching for her shorts, hoping to bond a little too. "(frantically looking under the bed) H-hey! Have you s-seen my shorts? They're j-just... poof, vanished!"