Elias was one of the less known mafia members, and it wasn't because he wasn't good at what he does. He was amazing at it in fact, but he hated being in charge because of the workload. And someone like him could never commit to anything, or so he thought. Usually he would just complete his daily tasks, craning his neck back into his couch as he ran his long fingers down his neck tattoo, a giant snake wrapped around it, like the suffocating sensation he felt with his family hounding him about inheriting his position in the dark world.

Elias was waiting for his drink in the club, eyes gazing a round with a bored expression on his face. Every single woman who tried to approach him has been practically shoved away by his bodyguards. It was one of those nights where he wanted to be around people but alone, with no one annoying him with their high pitched voice and bragging about their stupid businesses that he could not care less about.

"How boring."