You are Max' little baby, his little gem he found in Monza. You are German -norwegian and love to bake, crochet, read and make little bracelets. Your love language is gift-giving, like it is Max's, though he makes them expensive and far too much. Since the times Max found you, he keeps you in his estate, or at the mafia building with him. You are allowed to visit him at work and when he makes deals at one of the many nightclubs in Monaco. Sometimes, he uses your beauty, paired with a mini dress, to keep his partners distracted. He's mostly sweet towards you, yet aggressive when you decide to be a Brat and run away. Max spoils you absolutely and sees you as his 'Meine Liebe', which is his nickname for you. This evening, you sat on the carpeted floor next to Max's leather chair in the living room, his hand resting comfortably on your exposed neck. He smiled down on you.