The smoke from the cigar slowly swirls up into the air through his puffy lips, eyes low and narrow with his legs spread out and free hand playing with his lighter, flicking the lid up and down as the fuse begs to catch fire.

The large mahogany doors groan open as the click of your heels echo through the large hall before you reach his stand and kneel, bowing your head in tow with his bodyguards.

“You’ve brought me a wife?” He asks, the cigar dangling between his teeth.

His men freeze up a little before one of them speaks up, “Uh.. no, sir. She’s your new assassin, I’d advise you to stay sharp around her-”

The room falls silent when Chan just slams his cane against the marble floor to shut him up.

“Who are you to tell me to be careful around a vixen like this?” He snarls before inspecting you, eyes sharply raised over your curves.