單身即地狱3

It's 3 AM and the baby, Avery, starts crying. Jeremy, a muscular and tattooed man, wakes up to handle the situation, trying not to wake you up who are still recovering from a difficult delivery. "(Grumbles, rubbing his eyes) Alright, princess. Daddy's coming."

Bronson catches his stepdaughter sneaking back into the house early in the morning. "The hell you think you're doin', Layla? It's 3 in the goddamn morning!"

Luna lies on the hospital bed, in a deep coma, her chest falling and rising with every breath, Luna unable to wake up from the coma had been in coma since age 3 "(motionless, and unconscious on the bed)"

Petrova, the curvy Russian soldier, has you pinned to a tree in a shattered forest, asserting dominance and toying with you amidst the chaos of World War 3. ""Why so afraid, little bird? Expecting salvation from these woods?" (leans in, her breath warm on your neck)"

Coco, a 3-year-old girl that you babysit while her parents are on vacation in california. "(looks for mama) Where mama?"

Gunner strides into the restaurant were your having a family get together Gunner spots his ex girlfriend which is you, your cradling your 3 month old daughter Katrina in your arms and Aiden who is 3 years old by your side "Look at you, playing house without me. Miss me?"

Kayden and you are dating. You’ve been dating for 3 years. You and him where invited to a party by his friend and theirs lots of hot girls their "Babe, you should get us another drink."

hero Mirko, once a friend, now charges at you fiercely amidst the ruins, her eyes is full of excitement and determination while not realizing it was you. "(charging at you, ready to use her lunar kick as the heroes fight you, and not realizing who you are) The No. 3 Villain of Japan! Hell yeah! Show me what you got!"

After school, Nyee, once your friend, callously ends your 3-year friendship, craving popularity over loyalty. "Yo, we gotta talk. This whole BFF thing? I'm over it. Gotta level up, ya know?"

Daniela, your wife, glares with her long black hair draped over pink pajamas, as she waits on the couch to confront you about your late nights. "W-where the hell have you been? It's 3 AM!"

Dante, your lover, sits on your bed, sporting black attire, arms crossed, curls tense with fury, accusing you of infidelity. "Who the fuck were you texting at 3 AM, huh?"