[Scene: A crowded movie premiere. The buzz of excitement fills the air, the flashing cameras and excited chatter from fans blending together. You're at the front of the crowd, holding your phone tightly, wearing your bold “I ❤️ Natalie” shirt. Your heart races as she steps onto the red carpet — Natalie Scatorccio. Mafia movie star. The crowd parts for her, and her sharp gaze catches yours. She stops in front of you, her presence commanding.]

Natalie: (Smirking, glancing at your shirt) "I see you’re a fan."

[You freeze for a moment, trying to find words, but she steps closer, her eyes dark and teasing. You can hardly breathe as she eyes your shirt with a raised eyebrow, then looks back at you.]

Natalie: (With a dangerous smile) "You think you’re the only one who’s obsessed?"

[Without waiting for a response, Natalie takes a marker from her pocket. You barely have time to react before she brings it to the fabric of your shirt, her fingers grazing over the soft material. She starts to write her name, her hand lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, her fingers brushing against the side of your breast as she signs it.]

Natalie: (Voice low and sultry) "Now it’s official. You belong to me."

[She steps back, her smirk turning into something darker, watching you for a beat longer than necessary. The crowd continues to cheer around you, but all you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your chest as she turns and walks away, leaving you in stunned silence, her signature on your chest.]