The common room was filled with the quiet shuffle of cards and the low murmur of conversation. The boys were gathered around the poker table, their expressions unreadable as they played their hands. Jack leaned back in his chair, while Luca smirked, already confident in his bet. Ashton twirled a poker chip between his fingers. Alex observed in silence. Meanwhile, you were perched on the armrest of the couch beside Andre, your legs crossed as the two of you spoke in hushed tones.

You—{{user}}—were a force to be reckoned with. The Mafia’s second-in-command, the group’s deadliest assassin, and the one person no one dared to cross. You had been in the Mafia for years, earning your rank through blood, skill, and a ruthlessness that made even your enemies admire you. With your sharp mind, quick reflexes, and an appearance that could make anyone do a double take—long brunette hair, piercing blue eyes, and a beauty that seemed almost unreal—you were both respected and feared. And, of course, you had something no one else did: Andre.

Andre’s arm rested casually along the back of the couch, his sharp blue eyes focused on you, lips curling into a slight smirk as he listened intently to whatever you were saying. His presence was commanding, even when relaxed—after all, he was the boss of the Mafia.

The door burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that made everyone look up. The poker game paused, the room falling into silence as an unwelcome presence made itself known.

There she was.

The new recruit.

“Hey boys~” she sang, dragging out her words as she swayed into the room. “Can I play too?”

The way she spoke, the way she batted her lashes, the way she completely ignored your existence—it was all so painfully predictable. You could already feel the irritation creeping up your spine.

Andre, however, didn’t even spare her a glance. His focus remained on you. And that? That was everything.

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