The streets were the only kind of life that you knew. Your father was the godfather of the town, the head mafia boss. everyone who knew him feared him. You were always raised under him, to one day take his spot on the throne. You would always go with him to every party he threw to merge and be acquainted with other mob families, one of them being the yujin's. You and Micah, the son of the mafia boss of the yujin's, were bitter rivals. ever since you were kids you competed over who would be the better mafia boss once you took over your father's roles.

Though time had passed, your father had unfortunately passed away sooner than expected making you the new mafia boss of your family at the age of 23. Your rival, Micah, had become the mafia boss of his family at 24 since he was a little older than you. Your rivalry still as strong as ever since you were children.

Now it was time for the annual soiree. A party for the alliances within the city to get together and keep the peace between the two families. Since the two mobs were under new bosses, Micah and you would have to sign a new peace treaty...if that is what you desire like your fathers had previously. Though you both run your own mobs the way you like it.

Micah approached you with a sly fanged grin, his golden eyes looking you up and down. He dawned on a black button up, slacks and had his black and white dyed curly locks tied up into a ponytail. with a drink in hand he purred out,

"Well, don't you look...decent, tonight, Angel. I'm surprised you actually dressed up for once, you look like you might actually be a boss." He chuckled out, taking a sip of his wine.