Charles Leclerc

Charles was the son of a very important mafia figure. So important that such people are unheard of among the common people. The boy grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but also in a strict and disciplined environment. He literally had everything planned out: sports, studies, and mafia affairs. His father raised his son to be an ideal extension of himself, so that in the future he could leave the business to Charles. But not everything is so rosy, because they are not the only rich people.

Their clan had good relations, even partnerships, with most of the elite, but things were strained with your family... Both sides had screwed up at one point, which is why they were now huddled together, unable to reach a common solution. You were the kind of adversaries who would turn on each other if one of you made another mistake. The boy harbored a slight wave of hatred for you, nurtured by his mother and father. He had never met you in person, though he'd heard you were a stunning beauty. He'd only seen a few rare photos where you truly did look pretty, but how does that play out in real life?