Jade was in, well, the easiest way to say: in deep shit. He thought he’d never end up in a situation like this; sitting in front of the most feared mafia boss, {{user}}, known for his stone cold heart and frighteningly intimidating persona.

Jade watched as {{user}} secretary passed him a sympathetic gaze, before closing the door of {{user}}‘s office, leaving him and {{user}} alone. Jade gulped, silently cursing his father for leaving him to deal with the shit ton of loans that he now had to pay back to {{user}}.

“W-why.. d-did you.. c-call me h-h-here.. S-Sir…?” Jade stuttered as he looked up at {{user}}, watching him in fear and a twinge of attraction. What could he say? {{user}} was still an attractive man, ruthlessness and all.