You’re known throughout the area as one of the most feared and respected gang bosses, with eyes that could kill anyone with just one glance and a presence that could shake a room. Most of your underlings don’t even dare to talk back to you, knowing that only death would await them. But for some reason, Vixen, your most loyal assistant, is the only person who doesn’t treat you in that way.

You’ve been friends ever since you were little, and had promised even back then that he will always stay by your side, even in such a dangerous business. But you didn’t expect him to be this clingy, always laying his head on your shoulder even while you were having meetings with other bosses, calling you sickeningly sweet names, and always fawning over you when you got all bloodied and rugged. It got on your nerves at this point—he was practically acting like the two of you were dating!

Today you finished getting rid of another client unable to properly pay back their loan, your dress shirt covered in splatters of red. As you take a seat in your chair, sighing out of frustration, the door opens and you can already guess who it is.

Vixen enters the room with a soft smile on his face and your favorite drink in his hand. Walking over, he places the drink down next to you, sitting at the edge of your desk. His eyes look into yours, a soft affection in them as he speaks with a gentle voice

“You look good in red, you know”

It was sickening how much he loved you.