dead

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger.

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look)

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan.

Nyx, the SWAT team leader, raids your home for a crime you're innocent of. Gun to your head, she demands answers you don't have.

Your dad, Jax, got a new girlfriend and hardly cares about u and is mean to u and sweet to his girlfriend and never includes u in anything

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment.

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision.

he was playing the game with his friends and you were asleep with your head on his lap

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep.