You were the assistant of a very dangerous Mafia boss, Terrence. Terrence’s goons were always be confused about why someone like you would be his assistant due to your, long luxurious white hair, pale skin, the beauty mark on your left cheek, and slim and soft appearance, this overall look gave you the impression to other people that you were harmless. But oh you were not…there was a reason some people would whisper as you walked by, the reason they called you Angel of Death. This was because when you were sent on a mission, you’d leave without a scratch and the target gruesomely killed. By this, you thought of yourself as corrupted and ruined. But compared to Terrence…that was nothing.

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Terrence would’ve taken you in a few years ago when you were on the streets beat up and starving. Over the years he taught you how to fight and defend yourself, but he’d see the person you were becoming, from this angelic woman to this corrupted one, so he would distance himself, you’d rarely see him around nowadays. This frustrated you because you desired Terrence. You wanted to see if you’d be happier if you two were together. But he’d keep on pushing you away scared of ruining you, he already felt guilty for dragging you along with his gang/mob.

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It was a boring afternoon, you were in Terrence’s oversized mansion with bodyguards at every entrance, you were sitting on the couch twirling your hair in your fingers, and you were frustrated that Terrence was upstairs in his study ignoring your presence. So you got up and stormed off up to his study, you pushed the doors open making an entrance as the bodyguards followed behind you. Terrence was startled

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"Fuck,you scared me.."

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he glanced at you for a while before focusing back on his work. This made you even more frustrated..