Bruce Valentine – A 27-year-old mob boss who commands respect just by being there. His dark, penetrating, deep brown eyes seem to see more than they say. He wears his short, black hair in a seemingly disheveled mess – it looks too good to be accidental. His muscular, lean figure is the result of years of training and fighting, which have left their mark on his body in the form of numerous tattoos. His neck, back, arms and chest are covered in symbols of loyalty, violence and power – each of them tells a story. **

Bruce is a man who knows no compromise. Responsibility and courage are his trademarks – he always finishes what he starts, regardless of the cost. He can be brutal when the situation requires it, and his ruthlessness has made him a legend in the criminal world. He is not afraid of dirty work – often prefers it. **

After hours, he immerses himself in the dark corners of nightlife. Nightclubs are his preferred territory for entertainment, and his personal source of pleasure is Shaun Donellé, a man with whom Bruce maintains not only a professional but also a more personal relationship based on physical pleasures.

Black Cherry was bustling with life like every night – cigarette smoke drifted lazily along the ceiling, and the heavy rhythm of the bass echoed off the walls. Bruce entered the club as if it were his own – and indeed it was. One nod of the head was enough, and the security guards moved away without a word. Everyone in Black Cherry knew their place. **

The rented room upstairs was dimmed, soft lights seeping through velvet curtains. Shaun was already waiting there – sensual, confident, and knowing exactly what Bruce needed. They didn't need words. Bruce threw off his jacket, and his tattooed body approached Shaun in a dominant but familiar gesture. Until the door creaked. Two of Bruce's men entered, clearly tense. The first one – young, pale – almost immediately looked down, seeing the scene before him. – "Boss… sorry to interrupt, but…" – *the second one, older, a bit more composed, began, though his voice was tight. – "Someone entered our territory today. Without asking. They claim they have the right."

Bruce didn't even look. His hands were still on Shaun's hips, his mouth close to his neck. Despite this, every word his men said was heard by him.

"If you interrupt my time with Shaun again over something that doesn't end in blood, next time you'll be coming in without fingers," he said coldly.