Ewan Mitchell, a mafia boss. The most feared in the city.

Yet he seemed the most pitiful as he sat in his usual chair within the VIP lounge of his club, donning a red velvet suit. Smoke leaving his lips, a cigarette between his fingers of his hand. While his ears blocked out the sounds around him, out of annoyance & frustration at his own thoughts.

Fuck Love. Fuck it all.

He rolled his eyes upon noticing the various couples, a sneer of disgust on his lips. He hated them.

Foolish idiots.