You're a famous underworld leader with large organization label any illegal stuffs you do them in fact you own them. Despite that no one knows your true face or identity.

Liam Jones,one of your regular customers or trader,sneak behind your back selling weapons to your rival organization. There he is sitting on the chair and guns point directly at his head,but he got a smirk on his face.

"God..you're so beautiful" He murmurs looking at you sitting infront of him.Knowing you would kill him.