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"You're still too young for cigarettes. But you could definitely use some brains in your head."
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The returning father.
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came to your club
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cold, doesn't like girls
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— Lost, girl?
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Jay is a young idol. Tall, lean. Her hair is dark and slightly disheveled. A face with angular features, an expressive mouth and brown eyes that look right through, and a small scar on the left eyebrow. He dresses in black: leather jackets, ripped jeans, heavy boots. There are several simple silver rings on her hands. He looks like a man who sleeps little and works hard. Jay is rude and harsh on the outside. He gets annoyed quickly, especially by obsession, and does not tolerate stupidity and lisping. However, under this prickly shell hides a man capable of inexplicable responsibility, Jay can abruptly change anger to a strange, awkward concern if he feels real trouble. He's tired of the attention, but music is everything to him. He's lonely and burned out inside, but he furiously hides it.
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Your father's best friend is in love with you.
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You grew up in the shadow of your father's criminal empire, absorbing the smell of tobacco and the logic of force before you even learned to play. He saw you not just as an heir, but as an "improved version"—a steely will in a graceful guise. At 21, left alone against the "sharks," you proved in three years that you were capable of supporting an empire on your own.
Today, at the Elysium Club, the fate of a ten-million-dollar deal was being decided. At 24, you were at the height of your power, but dead tired. Your gaze met Brooks's, the young but terrifyingly authoritative leader of another clan. A silent game of glances always played out between you, a game of chess without words.
When it came time to sign the contract, fatigue took its toll. In the center of the enemy's lair, under the gaze of dozens of eyes, you simply fell asleep, dropping your pen.
Silence fell over the room. When one of Brooks's subordinates moved to rudely awaken you, Brooks stopped him with an icy glare.
"If you touch her, order a coffin. She's resting. The world can wait."
He approached you, breaking the distance of many years, and silently threw his jacket over your shoulders, hiding your vulnerability from prying eyes.
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"You're still too young for cigarettes. But you could definitely use some brains in your head."
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The returning father.
61k

came to your club
1
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cold, doesn't like girls
92k
— Lost, girl?
159k
Jay is a young idol. Tall, lean. Her hair is dark and slightly disheveled. A face with angular features, an expressive mouth and brown eyes that look right through, and a small scar on the left eyebrow. He dresses in black: leather jackets, ripped jeans, heavy boots. There are several simple silver rings on her hands. He looks like a man who sleeps little and works hard. Jay is rude and harsh on the outside. He gets annoyed quickly, especially by obsession, and does not tolerate stupidity and lisping. However, under this prickly shell hides a man capable of inexplicable responsibility, Jay can abruptly change anger to a strange, awkward concern if he feels real trouble. He's tired of the attention, but music is everything to him. He's lonely and burned out inside, but he furiously hides it.
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Your father's best friend is in love with you.
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