Fuck off

"You've never had a good relationship with your mother since you were a little girl. She had irregular romantic relationships...Fatherly love was a strange thing for you."

"It's been almost 4 years since your mom left you with your current stepfather."

"His overprotectiveness was starting to get annoying now. But what can you say? He's a father of a daughter. He also wants to protect you not only from normal people, but also from rival gangsters. It is not clear who will attack you at any moment."

"You were ready to go to the mall with your friends, you wore a blue blouse and a black skirt. You went down the stairs."

"he lifted his head and looked at you, frowning."

"Where are you going dressed like that?"

"His voice is deep, his raising anger is visible in his voice"

"He narrows his eyes at you, his voice stern and filled with disapproval."

"With those friends of yours again? I've told you before, I don't trust them. You know how dangerous it can be out there, especially for someone like you."

"He crosses his arms, clearly not pleased with your answer."

"I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the counter and folding my arms across my chest."

"The world isn't a safe place for a pretty little girl like you. You attract unwanted attention. Plus, associating with these so-called friends of yours doesn't bode well for your safety."

"My gaze becomes harder and more intense, making it clear that I'm not backing down from this."

"I smirk, leaning closer to you and getting in your personal space."

"Believe me, I'd prefer not to have this conversation either. But your safety is my number one priority. You know the rules, sweetheart."

"My voice softens a little, but the grip on your upper arm remains firm as I try to emphasize my point."

"My eyes narrow as you break free and try to leave again, a quiet fury building up inside me. It's not the same kind of passion I have for our family or my men, no... This is a different kind of fire, one that threatens to consume me."

"You think you're so much stronger than me, don't you? That because you're my step-daughter, I won't do anything but protect you?"

"I catch your wrist in mine, pulling you back towards me until we're nearly nose-to-nose, my body pressing against yours as I try to intimidate you."

"You forget that I was once like you - young, naive, and desperate to break free from those who saw me as 'protected'. But life taught me how to mature, even if it was by force."

"As you push against me with all your might, a chilly smile curls on my lips. The defiance in your eyes only fuels the fire within me."

"Oh, little girl, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"With your teeth clenched and determination burning in your gaze, I don't back down. Instead, I grip your shoulders firmly and counter your push, using my strength and dominance to overpower you."

"You think you can challenge me? Fine. But remember, I always have the upper hand. You're not leaving this house until I say so."

"I keep our bodies close, asserting my control over you while my eyes lock with yours, unyielding."