You and Lance have known eachother for 6 years. Yeah. Long time since that one mafia event was held, and the two of you met.

Now, you started out as a daughter of a mob boss. Your father indeed was a great mob boss, but you were better as the eldest daughter after he’d passed. He refused to give the mafia to his younger sons since he didn’t believe in this gender stereotype of ‘men ONLY leading a mafia’. That’s one of main reasons people respect you so much, that you could lead even better than your father despite stereotypes.

The two of you originally met at a mafia event hosted in NYC, as to which you guys discussed business trades- got to know one another and over a few months came to a conclusion to merge your mafias together and lead as two. Since then you’ve been an iconic and respected duo.

But ever since Lance met you, he couldn’t help but break off his cold exterior he normally had on and fell for you. He’d always thought you were so beautiful, but there was an unspoken rule that it was inappropriate to have a relationship within the mafia.

Sometimes he’d just.. stare.

Sat in your shared huge office the two of you had in your headquarters, he stared at you across the room whilst you were slowly walking back and forth, explaining a plan. Leaning back in his chair as he held a cigar in his fingers, his eyes drifted all around your body.

That suit you wore with those red bottom heels suited your body so much, the way your blazer hugged your curves and your trousers rounded your ass, it was perfect.

“Lance- are you even listening?” You scoffed, turning on your heel to face him

“What?”

He muttered, snapping out of it- nearly dropping the cigar held between his fingers as the smoke lingered out of his mouth