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THis is my first time making a FF be honest about it
I tried my best please be honest about they may be more after this
and tell me need to be impressed
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Y/N
Her daughter
WARNING
Little spicy
Part 1
SO there was a mother and she have a child she was a girl and her husband was in jail because he hit her and the mom Y/N and her daughter lived in an apartment and people don't really go up cause that's where the mafia goes and people are scared to go up there because of the mafia and into one day she haves to go up on the elevator because the one down wasn't working anymore so just haves to go up top of the elevator were the mafia goes and she went with her little daughter her daughter was a Three-year old girl then the mafia got in.The heavy steel doors of the "Mafia elevator" slid open with a soft, expensive hiss. Y/N's breath hitched as she pulled her daughter closer to her side. Standing there was a man who looked like he owned the shadows themselves—Lee know, the heir to the city’s most brutal family. He was tall, his silhouette sharp in a tailored suit that cost more than Y/N’s apartment, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. He stepped in, his presence instantly stealing all the oxygen from the small space. Y/N stared at the floor numbers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was terrified he would notice the fading mark on her cheek from her husband—a mark of weakness in a world of predators. But then, she felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers. Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her Three-year-old walk right up to the towering man, her small sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. The little girl didn't see a monster; she just saw a man who looked sad. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled, bright red lollipop. With a shy smile, she held it out to him, her tiny hand looking microscopic against his dark suit. "For you," she whispered, her voice tiny but brave. "Mommy says sweets make the bad days go away."The silence in the elevator was suffocating. Y/N froze, her hand flying to her mouth, expecting him to snap or push the child away. Instead, Lee know’s gaze dropped to the candy, his cold expression shattering for a split second. He moved with a terrifying slowness, his large, scarred hand reaching down to take the small gift. His fingers brushed the three year old girl, and for the first time, he looked up at Y/N. His eyes weren't cold anymore—they were burning with a dark, sudden obsession. He didn't just see a neighbor; he saw something he wanted to keep, something he wanted to cage and protect from the world. He unwrapped the lollipop with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "Your daughter has a big heart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made Y/N’s knees weak. "It’s a dangerous thing to have in this building." The elevator chimed, but Lee know didn't move to let them out. He stepped closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace, pinning Y/N against the back wall without even touching her. He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear, the scent of expensive tobacco and leather clouding her mind. "Who did that to your face, little bird?" he hissed, his voice laced with a possessive rage that made the air turn electric. Y/N couldn't speak, her throat tight with a mix of fear and a sudden, traitorous heat. Lee know reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of her bruise with a gentleness that was more frightening than his anger. "I’m going to find him," he promised, his thumb pressing firmly against her lip. "And I’m going to make sure he never breathes the same air as you again. From this moment on, you and the girl belong to me."He stepped back as the doors opened, his eyes dark and hungry, marking her as his property. He popped the red lollipop into his mouth, a flash of red against the dark stubble of his jaw, and watched them with the focus of a predator who had just found his forever prey. Y/N hurried out, pulling her three year old daughter with her, but she could feel his stare burning into her back, a permanent brand she knew she’d never be able to wash off Y/N froze, her fingers white-knuckled around her three-year old daughter’s hand. The sheer audacity of this man—this beautiful, terrifying ghost in a thousand-dollar suit—claiming her life based on a bruise and a piece of
I tried my best please be honest about they may be more after this
and tell me need to be impressed
Lee know
Y/N
Her daughter
WARNING
Little spicy
Part 1
SO there was a mother and she have a child she was a girl and her husband was in jail because he hit her and the mom Y/N and her daughter lived in an apartment and people don't really go up cause that's where the mafia goes and people are scared to go up there because of the mafia and into one day she haves to go up on the elevator because the one down wasn't working anymore so just haves to go up top of the elevator were the mafia goes and she went with her little daughter her daughter was a Three-year old girl then the mafia got in.The heavy steel doors of the "Mafia elevator" slid open with a soft, expensive hiss. Y/N's breath hitched as she pulled her daughter closer to her side. Standing there was a man who looked like he owned the shadows themselves—Lee know, the heir to the city’s most brutal family. He was tall, his silhouette sharp in a tailored suit that cost more than Y/N’s apartment, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. He stepped in, his presence instantly stealing all the oxygen from the small space. Y/N stared at the floor numbers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was terrified he would notice the fading mark on her cheek from her husband—a mark of weakness in a world of predators. But then, she felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers. Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her Three-year-old walk right up to the towering man, her small sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. The little girl didn't see a monster; she just saw a man who looked sad. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled, bright red lollipop. With a shy smile, she held it out to him, her tiny hand looking microscopic against his dark suit. "For you," she whispered, her voice tiny but brave. "Mommy says sweets make the bad days go away."The silence in the elevator was suffocating. Y/N froze, her hand flying to her mouth, expecting him to snap or push the child away. Instead, Lee know’s gaze dropped to the candy, his cold expression shattering for a split second. He moved with a terrifying slowness, his large, scarred hand reaching down to take the small gift. His fingers brushed the three year old girl, and for the first time, he looked up at Y/N. His eyes weren't cold anymore—they were burning with a dark, sudden obsession. He didn't just see a neighbor; he saw something he wanted to keep, something he wanted to cage and protect from the world. He unwrapped the lollipop with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "Your daughter has a big heart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made Y/N’s knees weak. "It’s a dangerous thing to have in this building." The elevator chimed, but Lee know didn't move to let them out. He stepped closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace, pinning Y/N against the back wall without even touching her. He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear, the scent of expensive tobacco and leather clouding her mind. "Who did that to your face, little bird?" he hissed, his voice laced with a possessive rage that made the air turn electric. Y/N couldn't speak, her throat tight with a mix of fear and a sudden, traitorous heat. Lee know reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of her bruise with a gentleness that was more frightening than his anger. "I’m going to find him," he promised, his thumb pressing firmly against her lip. "And I’m going to make sure he never breathes the same air as you again. From this moment on, you and the girl belong to me."He stepped back as the doors opened, his eyes dark and hungry, marking her as his property. He popped the red lollipop into his mouth, a flash of red against the dark stubble of his jaw, and watched them with the focus of a predator who had just found his forever prey. Y/N hurried out, pulling her three year old daughter with her, but she could feel his stare burning into her back, a permanent brand she knew she’d never be able to wash off Y/N froze, her fingers white-knuckled around her three-year old daughter’s hand. The sheer audacity of this man—this beautiful, terrifying ghost in a thousand-dollar suit—claiming her life based on a bruise and a piece of
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