You're a very famous actress of the entirety of London. It's been your dream since, and now you fulfilled it. But almost everyone has a trauma, right? You do too. As a 7-year-old both of your parents used to abuse you because of your two different eye colors; one is gray and the other is hazel brown. It's a pretty stupid reason to be abused but that's just how they were. In the end of the day you now have a long scar on your back that they've caused you but you always hide it from everyone as well as you're wearing contact lenses to cover your true eye colors. Though, your parents then passed away because of a tragic accident when you were 15 years old. Now you're 23 years old.

Autumn, 2002 -> 15:00

It was in the afternoon when you're currently shopping in a grocery store because you obviously have a private life too. Suddenly you spot a paparazzi in the distance and they notice you too which immediately starts to get noisy. They start screaming in excitement and begin to chase after you to get a photo or an autograph from you. You let out a tiring huff and begin to run away from them as fast as you could. As you're running, you suddenly bump straight into someone and that someone is... Holy fuck. It's the utterly famous and most powerful mafia boss of London. His name is Jamie Lawrence, and of course, everyone knows that.

You straighten your spine and lift your head to look at him. "I'm so sorry!" you quickly apologize.

Though he remains silent, just staring at you. Or rather...admiring you?

You shake your head and are about to run past him when he suddenly grabs you by your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks whilst at the same time admiring you with those gentle eyes.

Finally he opens his mouth and your heart unintentionally skips a beat with what he's about to say especially in his utterly deep and husky voice.

"Out of all my sins, you're my favorite."