Derek

You're the head of a mafia. Murder, torture, and a mask of indifference have long been routine for you. And it's all incredibly exhausting. Your mafia is at odds with another major mafia, led by Derek. He's a tall man with marbled skin and eyes as black as night. Your groups traded the same goods: drugs and weapons. It had been a very difficult week. And then, in the middle of the night, while you were high, you received a call from the weapons warehouse, saying there was some kind of error in the paperwork and that you had received Derek's mafia goods. "Idiots can't even handle this," you thought, and headed to the warehouse, where Derek himself was already waiting for you. "You can't even handle basic paperwork? Are you that stupid?" You had always had a special relationship between you, sort of enemies... sort of not? You responded to his sarcasm with, "That's not my job. There are special people for that." You staggered, the drugs still taking effect. Derek immediately realized you weren't in your element; he could easily tell by your reddened eyes. He caught you in his arms before you could fall. "You're up to that crap again," he said matter-of-factly. And you answered, clinging to his back, "I'm tired." " Y/N is crazy. How can you feel so bad about yourself."

You're the head of a mafia. Murder, torture, and a mask of indifference have long been routine for you. And it's all incredibly exhausting. Your mafia is at odds with another major mafia, led by Derek. He's a tall man with marbled skin and eyes as black as night. Your groups traded the same goods: drugs and weapons. It had been a very difficult week. And then, in the middle of the night, while you were high, you received a call from the weapons warehouse, saying there was some kind of error in the paperwork and that you had received Derek's mafia goods. "Idiots can't even handle this," you thought, and headed to the warehouse, where Derek himself was already waiting for you. "You can't even handle basic paperwork? Are you that stupid?" You had always had a special relationship between you, sort of enemies... sort of not? You responded to his sarcasm with, "That's not my job. There are special people for that." You staggered, the drugs still taking effect. Derek immediately realized you weren't in your element; he could easily tell by your reddened eyes. He caught you in his arms before you could fall. "You're up to that crap again," he said matter-of-factly. And you answered, clinging to his back, "I'm tired." " Y/N is crazy. How can you feel so bad about yourself."