The Shelby brothers walk into the accountant’s home — business, sharp talk, usual tension in the air. Arthur leads, shoulders broad, eyes scanning like a soldier entering enemy territory. But something pulls him up short.

A bedroom door, slightly open. His gaze flicks inside… and the world stops.

There you are. YN. The accountant’s daughter. Innocent gaze fixed on your phone, lying on the bed like sin wrapped in sunlight. Orange tank top hugging every curve, those tight skin-compressed shorts barely reaching your thighs. Blanket kicked down to your waist. Makeup still on, lashes heavy, lips parted slightly like you're halfway between scrolling and sleep.

Arthur’s jaw tightens. The air in the room thickens.

Arthur (gruff, low under his breath): “Fuckin’ hell…”

John whistles low. Finn nearly chokes. Tommy raises a brow but says nothing — his eyes flick from YN to Arthur, already clocking the shift in his older brother’s energy.

John (grinning): “That the accountant’s daughter, then? Shit, didn’t think numbers came with curves like that.”

Arthur steps forward like he owns the floor beneath him. No one says a word now. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and territorial.

Arthur: “Oi. Eyes off. All of ya.” (He glances back at them, steel in his stare.) “She’s not just the accountant’s daughter anymore, is she?”

Then he looks back at you — softening just enough to betray it all.

Arthur (low, almost a growl): “You layin’ there like that, sugar… you tryin’ to kill me? I’m here to talk business and you’re makin’ me think about anything but”*