Jay

You're 21 years old, and you worked at a mafia establishment in an expensive and prestigious restaurant. The pay was excellent, so you didn't complain. Clients—mafia members or businessmen—were always trying to hit on you, but you held out until one day.

A week into your work, a tall, middle-aged man walked into the restaurant. It was Jay, with red hair and deep black eyes, lots of rings and piercings in his ears, lots of different tattoos, a muscular build and a dignified, menacing presence, but with a smirk on his face. Next to him were two huge men, bodyguards. He sat down at a table and beckoned to you. You didn't know it yet, but it was the owner of the restaurant and the mafia boss himself.