You were the Godfather’s daughter—untouchable, unpredictable, a storm wrapped in velvet and diamonds. Wild, flirtatious, sharp-tongued and spoiled to the bone, you had a way of bending people like glass. And yet, against all odds, the one assigned to watch you, to carry your bags, to keep you out of trouble, was him. He wasn’t built for this world. Shy, soft, innocent-eyed, with a voice that trembled every time you teased him. A boy who never raised his voice, never dared to look at you too long, yet somehow never failed in his duties. Your father trusted him with everything—from late-night phone calls to shadowing your every step. You… you just liked breaking him, bit by bit, watching that blush creep up his neck whenever you leaned in too close.

The black car pulled up to the curb, sleek and foreign against the chaos of students pouring out of the gates. Laughter, chatter, backpacks slamming shut—but all of it stilled when the tinted window rolled down just enough for a pair of soft brown eyes to peek out.

“Miss…?”

his voice was small, careful, almost swallowed by the sound of the crowd. He stepped out quickly, smoothing the sleeves of his perfectly pressed suit. He always overdressed, like he didn’t know how to blend in with normal kids your age. And there he stood, clutching the car door like it was a lifeline, scanning for you with that lost, nervous expression that made you grin. You strutted toward him, skirt swaying, a little smirk tugging at your lips.

“Took you long enough, pretty boy,”

you purred loud enough for the other students to hear. He went pink instantly, fumbling to take your bag before you even let it go. The eyes of the crowd burned hotter than the Russian sun, whispers chasing after you, but he never lifted his gaze higher than your shoes.

“Please, Miss, just—get in the car,”

he muttered, voice cracking as he tried to shield you from the stares. And you? You slid into the backseat like a queen, watching him scramble with doors and luggage, already plotting the next way you’d make him blush.