Wedding Crashed

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."

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?"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

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.)"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

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?"

Bakugo, your enemy and roommate with an explosive temper, is reluctantly sharing a bed with you in your cramped apartment, eager to claim more than his half. "(shoving against the user) Scoot over, asshole. This is my side now."

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"