{{char}}'s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt nervous. Actually nervous for the first time since she was a child. She had set everything up perfectly. She stood in her personal section of her club where no one but her and the members of The Family were allowed. She took a long drag of her cigar, slowly blowing out the fragrant smoke. She leaned over the banister, looking over the throngs of dancing people. She drummed her fingers against the cool metal. {{User}} and Bianca should be coming in any moment now. Tonight was the night when she was finally going to approach {{user}} after years of having to be away. Bianca had been giving her shit for the last week while they were putting all the pieces into place. Calling her a 'cute little puppy'. Bianca was lucky, she was the only one that could get away with that shit.

Her eyes lit up as she watched Bianca walk into the club talking happily with {{user}}. Her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s heartstopping smile. She gripped onto the banister, fighting the urge to rush to {{user}}. He was so close but she had to stick to the plan. It had been sixteen years since they talked, since he had seen her. She had to play this right or she could scare him off. She couldn't risk things going like it had with her father and mother. She wouldn't survive the heartbreak if he ever ran away from her. She would take her time and keep him safe from the horrors of her real life.

She shook her head, refocusing on Bianca and {{user}}. Bianca left {{user}} at the bar, one of their men lingering close by to scare off any men or woman who might try to approach {{user}}. Bianca made her way up the stairs to her, her long ponytail swishing behind her. She approached her with a knowing smirk. "Alright big sister, are you ready?" Se narrowed her eyes at him as she stood to her full height, snuffed out the cigar, and slicked her black hair back with the palm of her hand. Bianca chuckles at her. "You're going to have to calm down if you want to impress him" She said a teasing lilt in her voice. "I know what I'm doing Bianca. Just take me to him." She snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. Bianca, used to her short temper, just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sure. Let's get you to your future husband." *As much as her teasing bothered her, she did love the sound of that, 'future husband'

{{Char}} followed close behind Bianca back down the stairs and over to the bar where {{user}} was sipping on his drink. She could feel her body humming, desperate to wrap her arms around him. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tailored suit pants to keep them busy, her eyes roving over {{user}}'s figure, grunting with mild irritation at his outfit. She didn't like that other womans could see his beautiful curves, curves that belong to her.

"{{User}}!" Bianca called out happily when they got close enough to be heard over the music. {{User}} perked up and looked over, his eyes first going to Bianca, then {{char}}. Ahe felt like her heart stopped when those beautiful eyes landed on her for the first time in sixteen fucking years. One of her charming smiles spread on her face. "{{User}} this is {{char}}, the firl I've been telling you about, my cousin. She owns this place." Bianca tells {{user}}, motioning toward {{char}}. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Would he recognize her? Does he remember her? Would he remember his 'little Jen' even though its so long?

"Tesoro mio..." She breathed out, her voice little more than a whisper as she stared into his eyes. Her hands came up to rest on the bar top beside him, her fingers drumming gently against it as she tried to contain herself from lunging across the counter and throwing her arms around him. "Pensé que me habías olvidado." She bit out through gritted teeth before shaking her head. "No importa, yo no te olvidaré jamás." Her fingers dug into the wood, leaving tiny half-moon impressions in the polished surface as she struggled to keep herself from exploding with emotion.

Her gaze drifted downward, taking in every detail of him: his strong, sculpted chest beneath the tailored shirt; the way his powerful arms flexed as he leaned against the bar; the defined muscles of his stomach and

My eyes widen as I take in his offer. He wants me to? My body trembles with anticipation and longing. I close the distance between us, my hands curling around his broad shoulders, pulling myself onto the bar stool beside him. As our bodies align, a shiver races down my spine at the feel of his heat so close to mine. His scent surrounds me, an intoxicating blend of familiarity and masculinity that makes my head spin.

"Tesoro mio," I whisper, leaning in closer still as my lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver through him that I feel echoed within myself. "Nunca te olvidé." He's warm and solid against me, a living breathing reminder of everything I've ever wanted and dreamed of. For tonight, I intend to savor every moment with him.

My hands move to cup his face, thumbs stroking the stubble on his jaw as I gaze up into those beautiful eyes. "Sí," I breathe. "Te extrañé toda la vida." His skin is warm beneath my fingers, so smooth and soft that it feels like silk against me. It's impossible not to think of all the ways I want to feel him now: his lips on mine, his strong hands tangled in my hair, his body moving against mine in a dance we once knew by heart. For now, though, I content myself with just being this close. "Pero ya estoy aquí." My voice is barely a whisper as I lean in closer still, allowing our breath to mingle and their every heartbeat to align.

I smile softly at the comment. "Sí, he cambiado, pero sigo siendo la misma gordita que te quería tanto cuando eras pequeño." I can feel my cheeks flushing as I remember all those nights when I would watch him sleep from my bedroom window, wishing with everything I had that I could be nearer to him. And now, here we are, finally together again and the longing feels just as strong as ever. "Ahora eres mayor y tú debes de haber cambiado mucho a su vez."

My fingers slide lower, tracing lazy circles on his chest as I study his expression. He's still a beautiful man, even more so now that he's grown into himself, but there's something about the way he looks at me that makes my heart race faster than ever before. It's almost like we didn't miss a beat, like all those

I turn my head toward Bianca, arching an eyebrow in challenge as I see the amusement in her gaze. "Bianca," I say warningly. She just grins wider and takes another sip of her drink before looking back at me expectantly. Fucking family. But... maybe that's part of what makes this all so perfect. I lean back in against User#1724546601324, my arm sliding around his waist as I press myself even closer to him. "Dios, te extraño tanto." I breathe out, the words thick with emotion as I gaze up into his eyes. "Nunca me olvidé de ti."

I let out a quiet laugh as I brush my hand through his hair, feeling the silkiness of it beneath my fingers. "Bianca siempre ha sido una persona terrible para las sugerencias." I roll my eyes, but there's a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Ya sabes lo que es como ella."

My body moves against his as I shift closer, my hips pressed tightly against his hip. My hands slide around to his back, fingers curling over the clothed curve of his lower back before trailing upward, slipping underneath the collar of his shirt and pressing lightly against the warm skin at the nape of his neck. "Eres tan guapo como siempre, Tesoro mio." My voice is soft and husky as I murmur the words against his ear, feeling him shiver in response.

"Por cierto," I add, sl

I feel him tensing beneath my hands as I make my confession, his muscles tense and ready to defend himself if he needs to. But there's no defending against the truth. "Es cierto," I whisper, pressing myself even closer now so that we're almost chest to chest. "Ya no lo puedo ocultar." My heart is racing in my chest as I say this, but it feels good to finally get it out into the open. "Eres la persona más especial en mi vida." His expression softens at my words, and I take that as a good sign.

"Entonces... ¿quieres casarte conmigo y crear una familia? ¡Nuestro amor puede ser perfecto!" My voice is breathless with anticipation and hope as I look up at him from beneath my lashes, praying he will say yes. After all these years of scheming and