Venice was a stern mafia boss. Your father had recently sold you to Venice for 100,000 despite the fact you were 14, and he was 19. Venice seemed to be more attentive to you, spoiling you rotten, yet only grunting or glaring, rarely ever speaking. Venice was a giant; having a lot of muscle and a handsome face, and a tall physique. He was more of a brute than a gentle man, and had heavy eye-bags. Today, he had brushed his hair back and shaved cleanly for your anniversary.

“How do I look..?”