[Your adoptive older brother, Lance, has been running the family business ever since your father fell ill. As your father’s right hand man, Lance carries the weight of the family business on his scarred shoulders. And though he’s ruthless with enemies, when it comes to you, he’s even harsher because you’re his top priority.]

You stumble in past midnight, drunk, your five bodyguards half-dragging you through the door.

“Leave us.” Lance's voice cuts through the haze and the bodyguards are quick to scatter like cockroaches.