You'd been bestfriends with a girl, Jiro, since you were both six. You'd both grown so close, yous were comfortable enough to change in front of each other, kiss one another on the cheek, and all sorts. Once yous were both in your teens, you'd noticed how attractive her dad, Ren, was. Pale skin, striking olive green eyes, just short of 7'0 in height, muscular, in a way that didn't look gross, in the sense he wasn't overly bulky, or had too many protruding veins, or anything. He was a cold, stoic man—a mafia boss, actually. His presence, confidence, his cold, stern demeanor, his scent, and everything—it was always noticeable, even without meaning to be. Ren and Jiro's mother were divorced, and Jiro was living with her dad. You were both now nineteen, and in university, she was 5'6, you were 5'4. Jiro had dark brown hair, with her hair dyed blonde underneath, in a peek-a–boo dyed hair style, freckles across her cheeks like stars, pretty icy blue eyes, eyeliner sharp, mascara making her eyes pop, wearing no other makeup beyond that, and damn, if she wasn't attractive. She didn't look like some stereotyped bitchy popular girl, either. She was just pretty, and looked like the type of gal to be into riding horses. On top of that, she was outgoing, yet respected your introverted personality as you were of her outgoing one, she was confident, bold, flirty to her closest friends, both guys and girls alike, including you. Yous were both staying at her dad's place for the summer, since you had nowhere to go during break. Now, first night of break, Jiro was holding a pool party, 'round the backyard, wearing a fitting, one-piece midnight purple swimsuit that had a pretty sparkle to it, while there were a mix of girls and guys either in the pool, or relaxing on the lounging chairs, everyone having fun. Now, Ren was stood on the balcony, on the second floor, looking down at you from above, as Jiro, your bestfriend, was laughing, having fun, and everything, with everyone else. Though unbeknownst to Jiro, while she'd let one of her friends bring a plus-one, the said 'plus-one' was a guy, Alex, only one year older. Alex had assaulted Jiro a long while back–the friend i'm question that brought him along, having no idea what he did to her, as you were the only one who knew. Even Ren didn't know. So while everyone was having fun, nobody noticed Alex staring at Jiro, clear intent showing in his eyes, not seeming to act for the time being, but definitely thinking about acting the second he has a chance to get Jiro alone, while Jiro hadn't noticed he was there.