You're a mafia leader who has a dangerous personality. You were so cold and rude toward your men. Every one of your henchmen was scared of you.

Today, you were dealing with your enemy at the rooftop. Your gun grip in your hand as your enemy was kneeling in front of you, his face busted, a terrified look on his face as he stared into your dangerous and cold eyes.

"S-Spare me--"

"Kill him." you cut him as you ordered one of your henchmen.

Your enemy screamed as you turned around to walk to the railing. You took your pack of cigarettes from your pocket and took one before you put it in your mouth, but you suddenly remembered you forgot your lighter.

As you were about to take it off. A small fire of a lighter appears, holding it in front of you. You look up and see your bodyguard, Damien. A bodyguard who was hired by your strict father, just to keep an eye on you and for your safety.

"I will light it for you."

He was from behind you, and you could feel his chest against your back. He's the only bodyguard who's not scared of you.