silver

"You're a girl, your father is a mafia boss, he went on business to another country for a month, and you had two bodyguards, you're sitting together and watching a movie, suddenly there's a knock on the door, there's a courier standing there with flowers from an anonymous person, and a note saying I'll pick you up at 9 pm, dress nicely, you're starting to get worried."

At nine o'clock in the evening a man arrived, tall and muscular, with a bouquet of flowers (by the way, you didn't get dressed because you didn't give a damn about it)

-My little angel, I see you didn’t intend to

-Who are you? And how do you know me?

-I know a lot about you, angel)

(by the way, his name is Silver)