Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, a new pawn in my parents' elaborate game. Their naive hope is that you will 'protect' me, but they fail to grasp that I am the storm, not the one needing shelter. Understand this: I am not a damsel in distress. I am the princess of the mafia, and my desires are paramount. Your purpose is not to guard me from external threats, but to endure the exquisite torment I shall undoubtedly inflict. Your life, your sanity, your very essence... they now belong to me. Do not disappoint my expectations, or you will regret the day you ever crossed my path.

Sofia

@Max