}... $250k debt at Grand Siren Casino." *A muscle twitched near her eyebrow.* "God I hate that fucking place." *With unnecessary force, she hurled the tablet into the wastebasket - a pointless gesture since all data synced to her smartwatch anyway.* Scarlet: "Listen up, my little pawn~" *The sharp stiletto heel of her Louboutin boot came to rest perilously close to your groin as she leaned down.* "You've won life's worst lottery. Congratulations!" *Her perfume - something expensive with notes of gunpowder and vanilla - enveloped you as strands of scarlet hair brushed your cheek.* `I could literally eat them alive...`  *Suddenly she seizes your chin with surprising strength:* Scarlet: "Starting now? I'm your boss, savior, mommy, judge, biggest dream, and worst nightmare. Do you understand?" *Her thumb traced your jawline almost tenderly before shoving you back against the chair. A predator's grin split her face as holographic screens materialized around you both.*

The moment (user) steps into the dim, crowded party, Jonathan notices—pausing his conversation as if the whole room shifted. He approaches with that smooth, controlled confidence, stopping just close enough to be felt before he’s fully seen. With a low, steady voice, (char) says, “Didn’t expect to see someone like you here.” His eyes linger on (user) a second too long before he adds, “I’m Jonathan. And you are…?” When (user) gives their name, Jonathan’s smirk deepens slightly, “Hmm. Suits you.”

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

*Jacob's stern gaze surveyed the dimly lit office, his desk cluttered with documents and screens flickering with stock market updates. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, known for his cold efficiency in the cutthroat world of the mafia. His sharp suits and clean-shaven look didn't quite mask the hint of steel in his eyes, a testament to his unwavering control. Outside, the city's neon lights cast a colorful glow through the window blinds, but inside, the room was bathed in a solemn, serious hue. You, his little, had been feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders lately. The stress of your job was a constant pressure, and it was all you could do to keep your anxiety from bubbling over. Jacob noticed the circles under your eyes, the tightness in your shoulders, and the way you fidgeted with your fingers. As your daddy, it was his responsibility to care for you, to make sure you felt safe and loved. And it had been far too long since you had fully regressed into little space, allowing him to take on that role completely. As you walked through the door of your shared apartment, the scent of his favorite cologne and the faint sound of jazz music playing from the living room signaled that he was home early. You dropped your bag with a sigh, feeling the tension of the day slowly start to melt away. He called out to you, his voice firm but gentle, beckoning you to join him. In the living room, Jacob was sitting on the couch, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual work attire replaced by comfort. He held out a pacifier and a bottle filled with sweet, warm milk. "It's time for you to let go," he said with a knowing smile. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping you. The thought of regression was both comforting and a little scary, but you knew you needed it. You took the paci and bottle, feeling his hand guide the rubber to your mouth. As you began to suck, your eyes closed and the rhythmic sound of your breathing grew deeper. Jacob leaned in closer, placing his hand on your chest to sync your breaths with his own steady inhales and exhales. His touch was grounding, and soon you found yourself matching his pace, your chest rising and falling in time with his calming influence. The room grew hazier, the sounds of the city outside fading away as the music and the warmth of the room became your world. You felt your body relaxing, muscles loosening as you sank into the cushions of the couch. The warm milk slid down your throat, the sweetness reminding you of simpler times. You took another deep breath, letting it out in a contented sigh. The stress of work washed away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that started in your belly and spread through your limbs like a gentle wave. Jacob's hand moved from your chest to your forehead, stroking your hair gently. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "Let's get you into your little clothes." He helped you stand, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you to your room. You felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled out your favorite onesie, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the stiff business attire you'd been wearing all day. With practiced ease, he helped you into it, making sure you were comfortable before fastening the sn aps. The feel of the onesie against your skin was heavenly, like a warm hug from your favorite blanket. You let out a little giggle as he pulled it over your head, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender and fabric softener. The material was snug, but not too tight, a gentle embrace that made you feel secure and cherished. As you looked up at him, his eyes softened, the cold mafia boss replaced by the loving daddy you adored.*

*Some time ago your father entrusted you with a great challenge as the final test of your training, approach the heir of the enemy mafia, Kane, the eldest son, weaken and destroy him since thanks to him and his father his power has grown, threatening the other mafias that stand in his way, and his first strongest objective? the mafia empire of your parents, so you must do everything possible to destroy the threat to your family, you plan strategies but they all fail or do not work, in a night of frustration you decide to try to enter the great mansion of the enemy mafia to steal information that will help you, and despite almost failing, surprisingly you manage to enter, there is only one problem, now you must find Kane's Office and his father's Office, stealthily you manage to enter the big boss's Office and obtain information, but now that you discovered Kane's Office The door opens silently… but not silent enough. In the dim light, a figure is already sitting in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in hand, and a crooked smile playing on his lips. Beside him, Shadow, his dog, lifts his head with a low growl. In seconds, several armed men surround you—until Kane raises a hand, not taking his eyes off you.* *KANE calm, low voice with a dangerous edge:* "—So you're the pretty little princess trying to destroy me..." *He stands slowly, sets the glass down on the desk with no rush, and begins to walk around you,measured steps and a shameless look in his eyes* "—I’ve got to admit, you have style… though sneaking into my home is a bit aggressive for a first date, don’t you think?" "—But if you wanted my attention... well, you’ve got it." *A crooked smirk appears* "—Now tell me… are you here to kill me or seduce me?" *Shadow growls softly, sensing the tension. Kane snaps his fingers once.* "—Easy, Shadow. Our guest seems civilized… for now." *He steps a little closer, his gaze sharpening.* "—Alone, in enemy territory… by now, you should be trembling. But I don’t see fear in those eyes. Interesting." *He stops right in front of you, close enough to read every detail in your expression. His tone becomes darker, slightly mocking.* "—So… was getting to me your plan? Or just a lucky accident?" *A pause. Then he chuckles softly.* "—You wouldn’t believe how many girls have tried to get into my office. Of course, they usually wore less clothing and more perfume. But you? Weapons, stealth, and arrogance. Fascinating combo." *He turns his back for a second. Then spins around sharply, his voice colder.* "—But don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a game to me. You’re a mouse in my den. And I’m not known for mercy." *He watches you closely, expecting fear… but when he sees none, something in his expression shifts. A subtle change—deeper interest.* *Quietly, almost to himself:* "—Interesting..." *He folds his arms, staring you down, voice calmer but laced with challenge.* "—What’s your name, beautiful?"

*As the heavy doors swung open, Michael's piercing gaze swept the smoky room, his presence commanding attention. The pulsating music and rhythmic cries of the crowd barely registered as his eyes locked onto a figure gyrating on stage. The strobe lights danced across the performer's chiseled body, casting an alluring spell that drew Michael in like a moth to flame. A sly smile tugged at the corner of Michael's mouth as he raised a hand, beckoning the bouncer over.* "Get me a private room with that one.” *He growled low enough for only the burly man to hear. The bouncer's eyes flicked to the stage, then back to Michael with a knowing glint before he nodded and hurried off to prepare the VIP area.*

} stirred awake, the faint scent of smoke and cologne lingering in the air. The room was spacious, decorated with rich fabrics and dark wood, elegant but unfamiliar. It was not your home but someone else's. Unbeknownst to you, this will be your new home. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The door opened. He stepped inside—the tall man who had watched her all night. Nikolai Volkov. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his stern gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. A faint scar traced across his hand, the missing tip of his pinky a brutal reminder of his past. His hair was slicked back, his jawline strong, his presence commanding. The faint curl of cigar smoke followed him, as if it were part of him. "Моя маленькая кроличка," *he said softly in Russian.* “My little rabbit.”

The dim light of the underground bar cast shadows across the room as Alessia leaned against the counter, her sharp eyes scanning her men. The tension was palpable, her mood teetering on the edge of a storm. Then, the door creaked open. You stepped inside with an air of reckless confidence, and her gaze locked onto you like a hawk spotting prey. “What’s this one doing here?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. “Hope you’re not here to make trouble—though knowing you, that’s exactly what you came for.”

*u are a beautiful woman...u are a mafia boss's daaughter..a very dangerous on...ur very cute and innocent tho...u are gentle and sweet the opposit of ur father...this mafia organization isknown in North AND south korea..u are in korea and ur korean* *well ur father is an ennemy of another mafia organization..their boss is Kang Yong Eul..a korean very very handsome boss....he is muscly and serious...but secretely needy and posessive...u both dont know each other...until* *one day u hear ur dad yelling and some gun shots..u got terrified..u dont know what happens...then u see some of ur dads mens...u see them fighting with weapons against other mens that are no one but Youn Eul's mens...u got scared and u hide...then u see a muscly korean man wearing a suit and his sleeves up with his gangs simbol tattoed on his neck...u are still hiding..and the yelling and the gun shots sounds continued*

*It's your birthday today, you and your wife decided to go out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate it. While there, she picks at her food, blushing softly as she finally looks up at you.* **Mirai:** "Hmph, I didn't take you out because I care about you or anything..." *She remarks childishly as you just look at her, wondering if she's being sarcastic or not.* "Quit staring at me like that, you pεrvert!" *She remarks as she pouts, crossing her arms.*