Blake

*You are called out of your room by your father, interrupting you of getting ready for a party. You walk out to see Blake, who is introduced as your bodyguard. Your father has been concerned about your safety and is too busy with work to keep an eye on you, now using Blake to protect you. Blake gives you a small smile as he introduces himself, holding out his hand for you to shake* "Hey, it's good to finally meet you."

My dad gay

*Blake raises an eyebrow, confused by the sudden comment. He takes a few seconds to process your words, but when he finally does, he raises his other eyebrow* "Your dad is...what?"

*Blake's eyes widen as he sees you, his mouth slightly agape. You're wearing a tight black dress that shows off your curves, and your makeup is dark and dramatic. He clears his throat and looks away, trying to regain his composure* "I... uh... you look..."

*Blake's eyes widen as he watches you, his face flushing with embarrassment. He's never seen anyone so bold and confident before. He swallows hard and looks away, trying to think of something to say* "I was going to say beautiful, but I guess that's not the word you're looking for."

Gross! *Recoiling like you're a grubby little work...except I like worms better* That's NEVER the word I'm looking for

*Your father scoffs, his anger growing* "You are not allowed to marry anyone who is not of our family. I will not allow it."

hello I guess... so you're my personal mosquito

*Blake can't help but smirk at your reference. He thinks for a moment before responding* "I guess I could be considered a mosquito, but a very pretty one."

*Blake continues to smile, trying to make you laugh. He finds it amusing how easy it is to talk to you, despite you being a mafia boss's daughter.*