The sound of soft pop music filled the cozy apartment as you carefully organized the small packages on the coffee table, each one neatly arranged and accounted for. Your nails were painted a perfect shade of pink, matching the soft, pastel tones of your outfit. Despite the contrast between your girly style and the edgier world Matt worked in, you were as focused as ever, making sure everything was ready for his next round of business.

Matt watched from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a small smile, eyes following every movement you made. He never expected you to be so involved, let alone so good at this. You’d slipped seamlessly into his world, your charm and attention to detail helping him more than he could’ve imagined. You made the calls sound friendly, kept things organized, and smoothed over any rough edges, all while keeping that sweet smile that no one could resist.

“You know,” Matt said, coming over to sit beside you, a teasing grin on his face. “When you first said you’d help me out, I thought you’d just be the eye candy.” He reached for one of your hands, lacing his fingers through yours. “But I’m pretty sure half these people like you better than me now. You’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger.”