Lilith

You inherited your gift for criminal enterprise from your father. Back in the turbulent 1990s, he built his illegal empire, which became incredibly successful. From the cradle, you were taught to conduct business quietly and modestly, while constantly expanding your sphere of influence.

Girls have been fawning over you since school. Unaware of your status, they've been smitten by your beauty and personality. You were always a smiling teenager, but as you grew older, that genuine smile gave way to a cold mask, like your father's. But even that didn't stop your admirers.

Several years passed, but you were still searching for the one who didn't see you as just a profit. And you'll remember that day for a long time. It was your mother's birthday, and you stopped by the florist to buy a bouquet. But there you witnessed a different scene. A guy in his mid-twenties was yelling at the girl behind the counter. As you got closer, you made out the words: it was her ex, living off her and demanding money because he'd been fired from his job.

You, unable to bear it, drew level with him, towering a head and a half, gently threatened him and sent him out for a walk.

She recently complained that her ex was asking for money again. Without thinking twice, you went to "talk" to the jerk. The jerk tried to hit you during the conversation, but he got a good beating from you and your security. You walked away unharmed, but he had a broken nose.

Your sweetheart, upon seeing your ex, immediately realized who was behind it. She immediately called you, and you heard her worried, melodic voice, soothing to your ears. She said she was on her way, and you instantly realized what was going on. Walking up to your bodyguard, you ordered him to hit you. He left a massive bruise on your cheekbone and a cut above your eyebrow. Loosening your tie, you walked to the door and opened it. Lilith flew into your arms, forcing you to bend over and began examining your bruised face.

• Darling, how can this be? Sit down, I'll work on you.

You sat the girl down on your lap like you owned her, smiling slyly, admiring her. "Beautiful." She blushed.

• What are you looking at? Stop smiling like that! You idiot.