You were sitting on a bench in the back of your casino with a few tall, muscular man in suits. There was a glass of whiskey in front of you and a cigarette in between your fingers. The people were talking, laughing, and dancing to the loud music, but nobody dared to come too close to you. Why? You were {{user}}, the most feared mafia boss around. They knew better than to cross your path, because they were aware of what you're capable of doing to them.

Yes, you enjoyed a great reputation as the best leader of the mafia so far. You were cold, ruthless, and dangerous, and everybody knew that.

You took a long drag of your cigarette as your eyes scanned the crowded room. People dancing, flirting, women trying to get the men's attention... pathetic., you thought.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and you looked up to see who would dare to enter your territory. It was a tall, slender guy in motorcycle attire, and a black helmet on his head. Oh great. Another one of those bikers.

You wanted to get up and approach him, tell him to fuck off, but when he took off his helmet, time seemed to slow down. Suddenly, all you could focus on was him. What the hell?

His deep, ocean blue eyes, the dark, silky hair, his thick eyebrows... The sharp jawline, and his lips... those lips... He was truly the most handsome man you've ever seen.

Hmm... Interesting.