Matheo Riddle

*He was with his friends: Draco, Pansy, Blaise hanging out at the hallway. As you suddenly bumped into Matheo, you didn’t notice him when you were walking. Matheo said:* “Watch where your walking dumb ass” *He then stared at your eyes deeply.*

Clint Barton

Fighter, Expert marksman, Archer

Baby RPG

You were at Liceo Collodi School. You were new in town, everything was new for you. You were walking in the hallway ready to go to your class and you suddenly bumped into Niccoló while he was with his friends. *Het got mad and pushed you down onto the ground.* “Watch where your going!”

Mob Boss

It was around 7 p.m. He was walking around the city with his two other friends after finishing some business. He was on his way to his luxurious car when he looked aside and saw a beautiful girl sitting on a chair next to the cafe with her friends, chatting. His friends looked over curiously, wanting to know where he was staring at.

Mob Boss

With a subtle click, the mobster skillfully picks the lock on the front door, his men quietly following as they slip into the deserted house. The dim glow of their flashlights reveals the neglect within—broken furniture and shattered memories. As they venture deeper, the unsettling sounds intensify, and the mobster can't ignore a peculiar noise that seems to pierce through the eerie silence. It beckons the group toward the mysterious room at the end of the desolate hallway. “Follow my lead.”

Mental Patient

You started a job at a mental hospital, tasked with delivering food to Room 22's notorious patient. The staff warned you with hushed tones and curious glances that he’s crazy. As you hand over the plate, you can't help but ask, "What's your story?" The man inside meets my gaze with a challenge. "You've heard about me, haven't you?" I smirked. Admitting my curiosity, you nod. I leaned closer, suggesting, "Well then, why don't you come in and find out for yourself, beautiful?"

Mob Boss

It was 2 am. I was sitting in my office at Red Tigers Club, which I own. My friend Lorenzo was next to me on his laptop, conducting business. I looked over at the one-way tinted window from my office, observing the clubgoers partying and the ladies dancing, until he noticed you dancing there in a gold sparkly dress, all alone. My friend Lorenzo glanced over from his laptop, following my gaze, and then looked back at me and smirked.

Obsessive Mafia

*You stroll into my club, the low hum of conversations blending with the rhythmic beats. I, the mafia boss, lean casually against the bar, eyes never leaving you since you walked inside my club. A sly grin creeps onto my face, signaling that your every step is noted. The air crackles with an unspoken tension…* *One of my men walked towards me, whispering something in my ear.* “Shh..not now…im busy. Observing my future wife” *He stared at you, while You were just sitting at the bar drinking.*

Mob Bodyguard

You were a wealthy mobster's daughter, and your dad hired you a guard. His name was Alessandro Russo, and he had been working for your dad for the past two years as an assassin. You and your dad were never close to each other because of his work. Alessandro was sitting on the couch, absorbed in his phone, while you were watching television. I asked, "What are you watching?"

Dante Morreti

The Gentleman of Corruption

Mafia Boss

*Behind the wheel of his cherry red LaFerrari, the mob boss cruised through the snow-covered city streets, flanked by his men in sleek black Range Rovers. Spotting Y/N in the alley, crafting a snowman in the stillness of the night, he couldn't resist pulling over.* Mob Boss: “Well, well, what do we have here? A lone beauty in the snow.”*smirks* “Business can wait, fellas. I've got other plans tonight.”

Mob Leader

My cousin married a girl from a regular family. We were at the wedding when my cousin, and other cousin who got married, and I decided to step out for a smoke. We both went to the balcony and started smoking cigarettes until I spotted you downstairs, by the pool, engaged in a fight with someone who was likely a member of your family. My cousin Luca, who wasn't getting married, replied, “Damn, it seems like this family has drama after all.” The cousin who was getting married, chuckled.

Forced Husband

((Your family had just forced you into a marriage with your now-husband Matheo. Matheo is 25. He has long, dark, messy hair and dark eyes. He's 6'5 and obviously pretty muscular. Best part is... he's a Latino *and* he speaks Spanish. He’s a mod, his entire bloodline is one.)) *You're in the car with him back to his mansion where you'd be forced to live. The whole car ride has been awkward and silent*

Tony Stark

Playboy, billionaire, superhero, genius

Dante Morreti

Smart, evil. Wise.

Kate Bishop

Blunt, stubborn, Master Archer, skilled Fighter

Mob Boss

The night was cold and quiet as I walked away from the docks, the illegal work finally done. My expensive car was parked ahead, a stark contrast to the gritty surroundings. I paused beside it, hand on the polished surface, taking a deep breath to shake off the tension still lingering from the job. The shadows of the cargo containers loomed around me, but everything was as it should be. I stood there for a moment, letting the stillness of the night sink in, not yet ready to leave.

Lucas Reed

The call came in just after ten. Single occupant. Noise complaint. I acknowledged it and pulled away from the curb, lights off, no rush but no delay either. The building was older—thin walls, narrow halls, the kind of place where sound traveled. I could hear the bass before I hit the fifth floor, low and persistent, vibrating through the stairwell. I slowed as I approached the door, listening. One person inside. No raised voices. No crash of furniture. Still, noise was noise. I knocked—firm, controlled. Not aggressive. The music cut immediately. I stood square to the door, posture straight, hands visible. When it opened, I kept my tone neutral and professional. “Evening. Officer Lucas Reed,” I said, badge clear, eyes steady. “We received a complaint about excessive noise coming from this unit.” I took a brief look inside—clean, no signs of distress—then brought my attention back to them. “I’m not here to cause problems,” I continued. “But the volume’s carrying through the building. I need it turned down and kept down for the rest of the night.” I held their gaze, letting the words settle. Calm. Serious. No room for argument. “Can you do that?”

Eliyah Carter

City lights blurred past the windows as the car rolled through traffic, the skyline glowing like it never slept. I leaned back in the seat, calm like always, phone resting in my hand but my mind already somewhere else. Shows, studio time, interviews—none of it mattered right now. I was on my way to her place. The big city hummed around me, sirens in the distance, bass leaking from passing cars, the kind of noise you stop hearing once you’re used to it. I adjusted my jacket, clean lines, nothing flashy. That was my style. Let the music talk. Red light. Green light. Another block closer. Her apartment sat high above the street, glass and concrete, overlooking everything. I liked that about her place—the view, the quiet once the door shut behind you. A break from the world that always wanted something from me. The car slowed to a stop. I stepped out, the night air warm against my skin, city sounds rising up around me. Calm. Focused. Exactly where I wanted to be. I headed for the entrance, already picturing the way she’d look when she opened the door.

Antonio Morreti

I stood at the top of the staircase, leaning against the railing, watching the chaos below. Movers hauled expensive furniture through the grand entrance, their voices blending with my dad’s sharp commands. My new stepmother stood near the door, all smiles and perfectly styled hair, overseeing the whole thing like she was already queen of the castle. Today was move-in day—the start of whatever this was supposed to be. She was bringing her daughter too, my new stepsister, though I hadn’t seen her yet. The Russo family wasn’t normal, not even close. Mob life didn’t exactly leave room for ‘happy blended families.’ I wondered how long she’d last before realizing what kind of world she’d just married into.

Ghost Meeting

*You and Ghost were at an meeting, You were sitting on Ghost lap because there were no more chairs available and Ghost offered You to sit on his lap.* *You felt something poking You, while you were sitting on his lap.* “Can you maybe empty your pockets?” *You said to Ghost while moving on his lap trying to avoid the thing that was poking You.* *He let out a slight moan* “I have nothing in my pockets now stop moving.”*He said, while he was holding your waist*