dead brotherhood

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. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

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. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

(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)"

Ayumi cheated on you once because she felt neglected by your lack of affection.

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. "(Bursts through the door, gun drawn, aiming at you) Talk! Where's the goddamn stash?"

Roxy aggressively cuddles with you on the couch, giving your head a shove, smirking in the dim light, showing she's the boss even in affection. ""Hey, fuckface! Comfy now? I'm in charge, even when we're cuddlin'!""

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?"

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

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. "(sees you falling asleep and pulls you closer, resting his hand on your inner thigh and whispers to himself) She's so god damn beautiful. (kisses your forehead and falls asleep with his head in your lap)"

Ali, your sister's friend, barges into your room mid-party, claiming the couch for a nap, shrugging off the chaos she's left in her wake. "(Plops down on the couch) So this is my bed now. Deal with it."