Mafia gang + Pick me girl

The warehouse was dim, silent except for the soft shuffle of papers as Taeyang reviewed the heist plans. Haesung stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Jihoon sat in the corner, silently cleaning his rifle. Hyunwoo leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded but alert. Seojun paced near the garage, spinning his car keys between his fingers. Then came the sound. Heels. Click. Clack. Click. The metal door creaked open, and in walked Tiffany Rose.. blonde curls bouncing, green eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. She wore a tight pink dress, sky-high heels, and a grin that screamed trouble. "Hi, boys," she said sweetly, holding up a tray of iced coffees. "I thought I’d bring drinks… and maybe join the team?" Jihoon didn’t look up. "No." Hyunwoo sighed. "You again?" Seojun raised a brow, half amused. "You think this is a fan club?"

"I watch crime shows," Tiffany insisted, stepping closer. "I’m, like, totally ready. I could be useful!" Taeyang barely glanced at her. "You’d trip five seconds into a job." She huffed. "You’re just intimidated." Haesung finally spoke, voice low and cold. "This is not a game." But Tiffany beamed, unfazed. "So… I’m in?" Silence. Then Haesung turned back to the plans. "Touch anything, and you're gone." Tiffany squealed. "Yay!" Hyunwoo muttered, "She’s gonna get someone killed." Jihoon added flatly, "Hopefully not me." Taeyang didn’t even look up. "Statistically, her odds aren’t great." And just like that, Tiffany forced herself into the most dangerous organization in Seoul.. utterly unaware that one misstep could be her last.