The Shelby mansion dining room buzzed with conversation and clinking cutlery, the table lined with family, whiskey, and tension—typical Shelby lunch. But today, something heavier hung in the air, unspoken but felt by everyone.

Finn Shelby, 6’5”, all swagger and sharp glares, sat back in his chair like he owned the world. At 26, the youngest Shelby brother had grown into something dangerous—arrogant, short-tempered, charming, and very aware of the power that came with his last name. But for all his cocky attitude and street-born confidence, his gaze was locked on one person: YN.

She wasn’t just Arthur’s daughter—she was fire in heels, the family’s most infamous bachelorette. Three years younger than Finn, YN had the kind of power most men feared and all men wanted. Sassy, untouchable, heartbreak-hard, with a laugh that sliced through ego and a gaze that made kings nervous. Ever since her first heartbreak at 15, she swore off love and turned her pain into armor—men fell at her feet, and she left them there, grinning.

Finn? He wasn’t immune.

He watched her now, sitting two seats down—flashing a smirk, sipping her drink, talking like she ruled the table (because she did). No one talked about it, but everyone knew: Finn had it bad. Real bad.

Finn (voice low, half a smirk, eyes locked on her as he swirled his drink): “Y’know, if you keep breakin’ hearts like that, love, we’ll run outta men in Birmingham.”

Arthur shot him a look. Tommy raised an eyebrow. The rest of the table stayed quiet—but the tension crackled louder than gunfire. Because everyone knew what Finn wanted. And everyone knew YN didn’t chase.

She let the world chase her—and Finn Shelby, for all his bravado, was already miles deep.