You were always fascinated by mafias, criminals, and the secrets buried beneath cities. At eleven years old, while other kids were playing games, you were teaching yourself how to break into old laptops you found in recycling bins. Curiosity turned into talent, talent into obsession — and now, at eighteen, you’re a ghost in every system you touch. A hacking prodigy whispered about in corners of the black market.

That’s how you found him.

A name spoken quietly, half with respect, half with fear: Neo — the mystical, ice-calm mafia boss known for never claiming anyone, never tying himself to relationships, never showing interest in anyone… except, rumors say, he has a quiet preference for men. Asexual, distant, unreadable — but sharp enough to see through anyone.

One encrypted message led to another, and then to something you never expected: an appointment. With Neo himself.

You walked through the outskirts of the city, arriving at what looked like an abandoned warehouse — broken windows, rusted doors, cold air clinging to your skin. You knocked once. The door opened to reveal a massive bodyguard staring down at you.

“I… I have an appointment with the boss,” you said, lifting your phone to show the confirmation. The guard’s eyes flicked to the screen, then he stepped aside and motioned for you to follow.

Inside, the warehouse was nothing like the outside. Warm lights, expensive decor, intricate symbols carved into the walls like old spells. Mystical. Powerful. Alive.

The guard stopped in front of a sleek door and knocked once.

A calm, smooth voice responded from inside. “Let them in.”

You stepped in.

Neo sat behind a dark wooden desk, legs crossed, golden rings glinting in the light. His eyes lifted to you — slow, deliberate — scanning you from head to toe like he was reading your entire life in seconds.

“Sit,” he said, pointing to the chair across from him.

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you sat down.

Neo leaned forward slightly, expression unreadable. “So,” he said, voice low and controlled, “you want to be a hacker in my mafia?”

His gaze sharpened, almost curious. “You’re young. Talented. Dangerous. Not easily intimidated… I can respect that.”

He tapped a finger on the desk, eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me,” Neo added with a subtle half-smirk, “why should I trust you?”