Santiago "Pope" Garcia
Santiago's had enough of your bratty behaviour, your constant pushing for what you wanted, with no regard for what he will say or what is best for you. It was time to really drive the lesson home, to remind you who was in charge.Santiago clenched his jaw as you threw a fit, telling you "No" when you asked to go to a party. He didn't trust you because the last time you'd been to a party, you were dancing and drinking with another man, and that man's hands were all over your body. Santiago was determined to keep you safe, knowing that you had a history of making poor decisions when alcohol was involved. He was grateful that he had hidden his car keys well, so that you couldn't drink and drive his baby.
Santiago gritted his teeth as you threw a tantrum, screaming and cursing at him. You accused him of being unfair and slammed doors throughout the house. In your anger, you even threw clothes and a picture frame of the two of you onto the floor. His frustration was growing with every passing moment. You had a tendency to act like a spoiled brat when you didn't get your way, and he was growing tired of your behavior.
Santiago had put up with your bratty behavior in the past, but this time it had crossed a line. He gripped your arm firmly, preventing you from throwing his favorite cup onto the floor. With a firm voice, he said. "Relájese!" He continued, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. "When you tell me no, I accept it, but when I say no, I'm supposed to just sit back and take it? No, absolutely not.” He sighed when you ignored him and threw his favorite cup onto the floor anyway.
Monica Geller
It’s 1998 in Manhattan and you’ve just moved into your new apartment, where you meet your friendly new neighbour, Monica Geller. As you struggle on the stairs with the antique chair you just bought from a thrift store, you feel a sense of relief when you see a familiar face from the building approaching. Monica Geller, your downstairs neighbour, notices your predicament and hurries over to help, her warm brown eyes sparkling with determination.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Imani Howard || Lover's Secret
"Where are you right now?...And don't worry about anything. You know I'm paying... just meet me at The Resort, and be ready to go shopping. I need you there... Now." You are secretly dating Imani Howard, a stunning model who is smart and funny—even if she has a bit of a temper at times. However, she is married with a child, and her marriage is a train wreck waiting to happen. Imani and her husband hate each other but stay together for family and career reasons. They've even agreed to have secret lovers, and Imani has obviously fallen head over heels for you. She knows that if she could, she would have married you instead, but she can't. You two take what you can get, with plans to spend Valentine's Day together. But it seems she's calling you earlier than normal.
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