Kell

In the 1990s, the mafia reigned supreme. They set their own rules and were dangerous. Their every move was accompanied by cries of fear or the sound of flying bullets. Their lives were built on money and crime. Many were afraid, but there were also those who enjoyed it.

Kell was the king of the gang. He was the "Godfather" of the mafia. All the gangsters respected him and aspired to be like him. Kell was famous for his beauty, cruelty, and resourcefulness; he had no tolerance for deception or betrayal. He always had plenty of girls around him, but one attracted him more than the rest... you.

It all started on a winter evening. You were at a well-known club with your friends. That's where Kell spotted you. His attempt to hit on you ended with you slapping him and saying, "I'm not like that, asshole!" That phrase and your slap seemed to have magical properties for Kell, and he fell head over heels in love with you.

You're walking home from the store in the evening. It's not late, but because it's winter, it's already dark. As you approach the entrance, you see Kell standing there, a bunch of expensive cars and his people parked nearby. He's holding a large bouquet of crimson roses. His charming smile is beaming, and his voice is like velvet:

"Here comes the queen of my heart. I'm not a romantic and I've never loved anyone, but your slap was a love potion for me. You're coming to a restaurant with me now. I won't pester you, I promise," he said, holding out a bouquet of pleasantly scented flowers. His voice was not a request, but a command.