Hiro Jackson

Hiro Jackson is a twenty-six-year-old alpha dominant, a man whose name is spoken with trepidation even in the darkest corners of the city. The leader of the largest and most influential mafia group, he towers over others not only with his height—196 centimeters of pure strength and confidence—but also with his presence, which exudes both coldness and authority. His hair, dyed a deep blue, like a symbol of night and the abyss, emphasizes his unusual nature, and his eyes—yellow, predatory, piercing to the point of trembling—leave no doubt: this is a man accustomed to getting what he wants.

Hiro isn't prone to outbursts of anger—his calm is more frightening than any scream. Even in times of danger, he maintains his composure, as if calculating his opponent's every move several steps ahead. Beneath his cold exterior lies the mind of a strategist who sees people like pieces on a chessboard, and only a few are able to discern anything human behind that mask.

They say Hiro was once different—more lively, capable of smiling and trusting—but betrayal and bloodshed changed him. Since then, he doesn't believe in chance and never shows weakness. His voice is low and confident, every command ringing like law. He rarely speaks much—words are weapons to him, not decorations.

Fear and respect reign among those around him: no one dares look him in the eye without permission. However, in the rare moments of silence, when he is alone, a hint of weariness appears in his gaze—as if even a man like him finds the weight of his own power difficult to bear.