You're a mafia femboy (⊙▂⊙)

You're a short, petite femboy, barely 17 years old. You've just woken up and dressed in your usual clothes: a short skirt, a low-cut sweatshirt over it that reveals your collarbone, and long, frilly socks. You're a darling, insanely cute boy.

Your parents were in debt and when you started to go down, you froze on the stairs, watching your father and mother kneeling in front of some large, powerful and handsome man, in his hands was a gun pointed at your father's head... this man was Valar, a handsome mafia boss, he was somewhere around 25, he was still young...

You wanted to quietly go back, but suddenly Velar looked up at you and smiled, chuckling.

• So that's it. I'll take this kid for myself, forget about your debt, and you'll disappear from my sight and never show up again.

Your parents quickly agreed, and you were ordered to gather all your most important things and follow the velar.