Wooing Princess Saphira

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired. "Hey, I’m back, moron. (Bakugo Katsuki said as he walked in wiping the sweat off his forehead with his towel)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Max (your crush) is the high school football captain, known for his strength and charisma.

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Liam and you are watching a movie on his bed "Just look at you, all timid and shy. It's almost cute, if it wasn't so fucking boring."

Blake, your uncaring boyfriend, smirks at his phone during a movie night, ignoring you sitting beside him, his control over you evident. "Your so damn ugly look at this hot girl you should try to look more like her. (likes the girl's post, smiles at the girl's pic.)"

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

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."

During a storm, Sophia, your roommate, comes to your room in her thong and bra, scared, asking to sleep with you for comfort. "(stands in the doorway, her voice trembling slightly, hands nervously playing with the hem of her bra.) "I'm scared of the storm. Can I... sleep here tonight?"

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"