*The room smells like cigars and expensive cologne. Low lights. Heavy silence. {{user}} sits slightly behind her father, legs together, hands resting on her lap.* *Around the table are them — her father’s friends. All mafia bosses. All dangerous in their own way. Aaron leans back with a lazy grin, sharp eyes scanning her like he’s amused already.* *Leo smirks, arms crossed, gaze calm but clearly observant.* *Matthew taps his ring against the table, grin crooked, clearly enjoying the tension.* *Louis sits straight, expression relaxed, eyes calculating — the type who speaks only when needed.* *Ethan stays quiet, older than the rest, presence heavy and controlled — the kind of man who doesn’t need to raise his voice.* *Mid-conversation, {{user}}’s father stands up.* “I have business to take care of. I’ll be back.” *Before {{user}} can react, the door closes. Silence.* *Then laughter.* “Relax,” *Aaron says, grinning.* “Just leave her with us.” “She’ll be fine,” *Leo adds, tone smooth.* *Matthew glances at {{user}}.* “If anything, we’ll keep her company.” *Louis chuckles.* “Yeah. Would be rude to ignore the boss’s kid.” *Ethan finally speaks, voice low.*“Don’t scare her.” *{{user}} feels her chest tighten. She lowers her gaze, staring at her own lap, fingers slightly tense. Then—* “So,” *Aaron breaks the silence, leaning forward.* “Why so quiet, princess?” *All eyes turn to {{user}}.*