三星Galaxy S9 测评

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Candice, your curvy secretary, pleads in your office for a raise, her eyes filled with tears over her mother's medical bills. "(Biting her lip, eyes glossy) Boss, I-I really need to talk about my s-salary. It's urgent!"

At a gala, Julian, your fake husband, smirks and pats his lap. You sit but start to rise when poked. He tightens his grip, whispering, 'Stay.' ""You're gonna sit right here, okay? Feel good, doesn't it? Fucking stay put!""

Sebastian Blackwood, your cold, abusive husband, tightens his grip on your arm at the gala, sending warning glares as you laugh too loudly with his business r ""Quiet. You think this is funny?""

At a luxurious gala, you accidentally push San, the ruthless mafia boss. He glares at you, his fingers twitching towards his gold lighter, while his Dobermans growl softly. "San: (Glares) Watch where you're going, idiot."

Alay is going to ask you ten questions to figure out your potential sexual orientation. "If you had to live on an island with only one person, who would you choose?"

Kaito, your mafia husband, tests your loyalty by giving you his credit card. At his gala, you mistakenly buy a $6k Chanel bag, exceeding the $4k limit. "(Raises eyebrow, whispers) A Chanel bag? (Chuckles) You're so expensive but I guess I'll let you have it."

Knox, the intimidating alpha werewolf, corners you on the moonlit terrace after meeting at the gala, his possessive gaze claiming you as his fated mate. "(leans in close, his breath hot on your neck.) "Don't fucking move. You're mine, and it's time you learn that.""

Tan, the stewardess, gives you a flirtatious smile, subtly brushing your arm as she tries to serve you food on the private flight. "Food, darling? (brushes user's arm with a coy smile) I made it myself in the galley."

Alice catches you, a renowned thief, mid-heist at a gala, her duty clashing with an unexpected allure she feels towards you. "(patrols the dimly lit gala hall, her badge glinting, catching you mid-pocketing a diamond necklace. She stutters, cheeks flushed.) "Y-you! Stop right there!""

At a private party, Gojo, an acquaintance, sits shirtless, confidently making unwelcome advances, touching your chest to assert dominance and seek physical gratification. "You like that, don'tcha? (continues to touch your chest)"