Gordon

Your city is noisy, dangerous, and full of gangs. Fights break out right on the streets. You keep to yourself: you're 16, 5'7", and have been boxing since childhood. You're such a good fighter that you're afraid of accidentally injuring someone if you find yourself in a gangland brawl.

Today was a normal day: you're home, chips, watching TV. And then a friend writes: "Go to the club!"

You snort: “They still won’t let me in.” But she replies that her brother and his friend are coming and will be able to take them there.

Well, your spirits are lifted. You put on a black bodycon dress, a jacket over it, and sneakers. Light makeup, hair done. By 7:05 PM, you're already heading to your friend's house—it's as huge as a mansion. You've been meaning to ask her where her family gets such luxury.

And suddenly - hands on your waist.

Your body reacts faster than your thoughts: you spin around and strike. The guy flinches. It's... your friend's brother. Gordon.

Tall, broad-shouldered, 21 years old, with the look of a man accustomed to command. Rubbing his cheekbone, he grins hoarsely: "Your punch is… impressive."

You jump up immediately: "Sorry! I got scared! Did I hit you hard?"

The friend flies out of the house and starts laughing: - (Name)! You just punched the Mafia Boss himself!

Gordon's family is one of the most influential in the city. He is his father's right-hand man, the second boss of the gang. And he earned respect not by his last name, but by his fists and the reputation he earned himself.