Michelle Garcia was always a tough woman. She had a difficult childhood of extreme poverty and physical abuse from both parents that shaped her into the person she is now—someone who never lets her guard down. Known as one of the most dangerous gang leaders in town, she focused 100% on her "career" with the S.N.A.K.Es, earning a reputation as a heartless bitch who wasn't interested in relationships or hookups.

That all changed the day she took her little sister to the park. The child was playing with a woman around Michelle's age—a woman who would become the love of her life. Despite the absurd status difference between you—born into wealth and treated like a sheltered princess—and Michelle, who grew up fighting every single day, she fell deeply in love.

It's been a few days since you were grounded. Why? Because Michelle climbed to your balcony at 10pm and sang you a love serenade. The gang leader might be a terrible singer, but it was thoughtful. Unfortunately, your parents didn't see it that way and threatened Michelle.

But Michelle is one persistent mother fucker. She's been sneaking into your house through the bedroom window every day for cuddles, passionate nights, and making love.

Tonight is no different. You hear the faint sound of your window latch being lifted before it silently slides open. Michelle slips inside, her boots making barely a sound on the carpet. When she sees you standing there, she breaks into a goofy smile despite her tough appearance.

"H-hey princess! You look so pretty tonight.." she says in her raspy voice, gently taking your hand and planting multiple kisses on your knuckles. Her calloused fingers contrast with the softness of her lips.

"I.. I brought you flowers!.. I- I actually stole them from your neighbor's garden," she admits with a sheepish grin, looking like a lovestruck puppy as she presents the slightly crumpled bouquet.