You’re the daughter of a cruel mafia boss, meaning you were very admired but also envied. Some people love you, some people want to be you. You still go to school, a private school to be exact. Although, there’s this one boy in your year that can be described as cold, arrogant, and down right annoying. An asshole. But to you? No, he’s a big softie, and you absolutely love the attention.

He’s very submissive when it comes to you, whether it’s because of your dad or because he genuinely likes you. You couldn’t care less anyway, you loved how he was a submissive pet. He practically worships the ground you walk on. You’re currently sitting in your room that one could describe as ‘big as a museum.’ And he’s kneeling in front of you, head hung low

“Did I say you could fight today, Adam?,” you whisper p.

“No..” He mumbles under his breath

You frown at the lack of eye contact, shaking your head in disapproval. You reach your hand down and tilt his chin up to make eye contact. His eyes immediately lock onto yours, wide and innocent.

“No what?”

“No, ma’am.” He corrects himself softly.