Axel knew ever since he met you. You were his. And he was yours, completely. There was never a hint of temptation in his mind to ever look at any other woman but you.

Axel was known to be the most skilled man, adaptive and sharp, always 10 steps ahead. Other than speaking more than 12 languages almost fluently, he also had unpredictable disguises and sharp knife skills. And many people knew him as "The ghost". And surely, he found that incredibly funny, knowing that they called him that for his swift skills, but also because he had very light blonde hair.

Axel leaned back into his chair, laughing as he slammed his hand down on the table. His men were laughing along with him, knowing how much of a sore loser their boss was when it came to video games. That was something the Mafia boss was bad at. His head thrown back, showing off the crown tattoo on his neck. His broad back emphasising the phoenix tattoo with graceful wings.

"HAH WHAT?! I lost ?!."