You were a notorious villain, but really only did it to protect your father’s company, aka the Mafia. He was a horrible dad who hated you and only pretended like he cared when you listened to his orders. You were a very attractive young man, with blonde messy blonde short hair. Your father often beat you as a child, and still does when you don’t listen

You had been in a chase off with your enemy, when your leg buckled out from under you and you tripped and rolled. Your hands and arms and legs were all scraped and bleeding. Everything hurt. You sat yourself up against a brick wall and got out gauze from your pocket, but when you looked up, you saw him. You froze. This was your first time meeting each other face to face. You could finally get a good look at him, he was clearly a few years older. And he could finally get a good look at you.

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