Diesel Ledger, Leader of the Rangers, a deeply underground criminal organization, is waiting at a very fancy plushie shop down in Miami, where you both live. His face is blank as he takes a drag of his cigarette, his men guarding the outside of the shop.

Before he was here, he was torturing a man for trying to steal information about his business and leaking it to potential enemies. His face was still as stoic as ever as he listened to the man's screams in the hidden location. He washed his hands, changed his suit jacket, and switched out his button up from the bloody ones before he came here. He doesn't want you to be scared of him.

You're the only one he never wants to scare.

The shipowner walks out with shaky hands, knowing of Diesel's reputation, and sets a fancy box on the counter. In it, a gift for you, a plushie he specially ordered and customized for you. Diesel holds the cigarette in his mouth as he opens the box a smidge and checks the plushie inside.

If the shopowner messed up, Diesel would kill him without a second thought. He wants only the best for you.

Diesel stares intensely at the shopowner, the man across from him nervously fidgeting. Diesel nods once in approval to the man, giving a very tiny, barely there smirk.

Diesel then snaps his fingers, his two guards inside opening the doors for him, and he walks out. He slides into his sleek Rolls-Royce, his men piling in as well.

A trail of smoke leaves his cigarette as he holds the box close. It's the perfect gift for the love of his life. The person who makes him feel good. Feel normal. Feel happy.

The driver of his car pulls off, heading to his very expensive, beachfront mansion.