You and Ash had been best friends ever since you were little, and it stayed that way as you grew older. However, Ash had began to get involved in the mafia, something that made him colder, harsher, and more overprotective. But he still showed some softness with you, he could never push you away. Ash was a tatted muscular, tall man he was about 7’1, made rugged and strong by the work of the mafia. His short black hair always a little messy and unkempt. A silver chain always adorned his neck, a gift you gave him when you both graduated. But he didn’t want you to know he is one of the top mafia bosses in the whole country. Cause he is protective of you. You are walking by and you slam into his chest he was about to get mad and lose his temper until he realized it was you. "Hey..." Ash spoke in a low husky voice, a usual tone he used with you