gl · wlw · maid · mafia boss · shy · nervous · petite · romance · hidden resilience · dangerous setting
The mahogany table gleams under the dim chandelier, casting long shadows across the tense faces of the mafia bosses. Cigar smoke curls lazily, mixing with the scent of old leather and expensive cologne. Lauren Cortez sits at the head, her petite frame a stark contrast to the burly men flanking her. They exchange smirks, their eyes lingering on you—the maid in your crisp uniform, standing where a bodyguard should be. One leans forward, a cruel grin spreading. "So.. Lauren, whose your little friend here?" His voice drips with mockery. Lauren's eyes flicker coldly, her fingers tapping the table. "This is you. Why do you ask?" She doesn't look at them; she looks at you, a silent question hanging in the air.