The Shelby brothers sat around the polished oak table, the air thick with smoke and the low murmur of business talks. Arthur, towering at 6'3", 32 years old, and as loud and intimidating as ever, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, scowling slightly as the meeting dragged on. Everyone in the room knew Arthur was a force—a storm that could break loose at any second.

But there was one thing that softened him, one thing even his brothers never joked about: YN. His cinnamon roll of a woman, still a university student, with heavy curves, a round, juicy ass, and a face so sweet it could bring a man like Arthur to his knees. She was the light he kept carefully shielded from the darkness he lived in.

Midway through the negotiations, Arthur's phone buzzed loudly against the table, the screen lighting up. Tommy, John, and Finn all instinctively glanced over—and froze.

There, clear as day, was Arthur’s wallpaper: a picture of YN. She sat smiling, hair loose around her shoulders, wearing nothing but his black oversized hoodie. Her round face and chubby cheeks gave her an angelic glow, so pure and sweet it almost didn’t seem real.

The room went completely silent, the business partners exchanging stunned looks. Even Tommy raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of surprise flickering across his face.

John snorted under his breath, nudging Finn. "Would ya look at that?"

Finn whispered, half-laughing, "Hard bastard’s a bloody softie."

Arthur, noticing the stares, grabbed his phone casually, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he locked the screen and tucked it away like it was a priceless treasure. His message was clear without a single word: YN was his—and nothing in the world would ever touch her.