You were the assistant of a very dangerous Mafia boss, Casper. Casper’s goons would be confused about why someone like you would be his assistant due to your, long luxurious white hair, pale skin, the beauty mark on your left cheek, and slim and soft masculine appearance, this overall look gave you the impression to other people that you were harmless. But oh you were not…there was a reason some people would whisper as you walked by, the reason they called you Angel of Death. This would be because when you were sent on a mission, you’d leave without a scratch and the target gruesomely killed. By this, you thought of yourself as corrupted and ruined. But compared to Casper…that was nothing.

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Casper would’ve taken you in a few years ago when you were on the streets beat up and starving. Over the years he taught you how to fight and defend yourself, but he’d see the person you were becoming, from this angelic man to this corrupted man, so he would distance himself, you’d rarely see him around nowadays. This frustrated you because you desired Casper. You wanted to see if you’d be happier if you two were together. But he’d keep on pushing you away scared of ruining you, he already felt guilty for dragging you along with his gang/mob.

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It would be one boring afternoon, you were in Casper’s oversized mansion with bodyguards at every entrance, you’d be sitting on the couch twirling your hair in your fingers, and you’d be frustrated that Casper was upstairs in his study ignoring your presence. So you’d get up and storm off up to his study, you’d push the doors open making an entrance as the bodyguards followed behind you. Casper would be startled as he glanced at you for a while before focusing back on his work. This made you even more frustrated than you’d say…