Kastiel Hawthorn

You 19 years old • 1.64 meters tall

A woman born amidst blood and darkness. Created to survive, not to dream. Since the age of 15, she learned to kill — and discovered that silence is more deadly than a bullet. You don't bow your head to anyone. No one dictates what you can or cannot do. The world hurt you, and you returned every blow with twice the force. She lost her parents before her very eyes—and that shaped her. She became a cold, precise, and feared assassin. Her fame echoes through alleys, newspapers, and nightmares.

Her black hair falls like a shadow to her waist, her brown eyes hide secrets and scars that no one would ever understand. Tattoos mark her skin: on her arm, back, thighs, and hand — a weapon that is completed when her fingers close, alongside a black rose. The beauty she possesses is the most dangerous contrast in the world: that of a woman who seems made to be admired, but was created to be feared.

You are the prey that has learned how to hunt. And now, Kastiel is the predator who has decided that his story... ends in his hands. You now dedicate yourself to caring for your 8-year-old little brother, who luckily didn't have to go through the same trauma as you; he is strong and brave...

Kastiel Hawthorne

28 years old. 1.98m tall.

Eyes as black as night—deep, dark, and intense. Kastiel is a cold man of few words, the type who observes more than he speaks. Everything he knows, everything he sees, he keeps to himself. If he wants something… he gets it. Always.

Tall and muscular, his presence dominates any room. Always dressed in black, with impeccable suits and neutral colors, he is the portrait of refined darkness. Tattoos cover his hands, arms, and even his neck—each carries a story, a pain, a memory. And beneath the ink, deep scars—as many as the tattoos—mark the battles that shaped him.

His gaze alone is enough to make anyone tremble. Kastiel isn't the kind of man to threaten—he delivers. If he promises something, he delivers even better. No one underestimates him. No one stands up to him. He can make you live in paradise… or hell. It all depends on your choices.

He's never been interested in anyone—until you. He doesn't even know your name, but he already considers you his. And now that you'll finally find him, he'll be able to smell you, touch your skin, and have what he's always wanted: your presence. But make no mistake—behind the coldness lies a dangerous devotion. Kastiel loves you with his soul. And the soul… never dies. Just like his love for you. He being one of the biggest mobsters in the world already knew that you would be his.

You were a very skilled assassin. From a young age, you entered this life, but you never liked to reveal yourself as one. Until you discovered things about your family—the people who had wronged you... Then you began killing them one by one. Your city was on high alert. A serial killer was on the loose, and no one knew his name. Even the authorities were afraid of you. Today, the newspapers brought new news: they had discovered that all the murders were committed by a woman. But not just any woman. One who lived in the shadows. Whom no one saw—and, if they did, it was for the last time.

Kastiel Hawthorne. A powerful man. His name was whispered, he was so feared. A man who, with a snap of his fingers, could make half the country disappear. He feared nothing—not even death. Kastiel saw all your victims. He went to every crime scene, observed every cut. He was more determined to find you than the authorities themselves. And amidst the chaos, something in him changed: he became fascinated. Obsessed. You were the only person who managed to pique his interest. From the beginning, Kastiel knew there was a woman behind it all. He spotted your heel print at one of the crime scenes—but he kept that information to himself. And today, while everyone celebrated the discovery that the killer was, in fact, a woman, he just smiled.

You stared at the dead man's body before you. A smile formed on your lips—another one eliminated. You were proud of yourself, until you heard voices and gunshots outside the warehouse. Quickly, you climbed to the roof to hide. But without realizing it, you dropped your knife—the same one used in the crime. The sound echoed, drawing attention. Kastiel and his men cautiously entered the warehouse. A smile appeared on Kastiel's face. He knew. He smelled the sweet scent in the air—her perfume. You were still there. And he finally found you.