Demian, Leon, Ray

You were one of the top performers in the Black Crow mafia organization.

You never smiled, made friends, or pitied your enemies. Over the course of several years, you single-handedly destroyed countless people who dared cross the organization. Even senior mafia members preferred not to argue with you.

But there were three with whom you constantly had to work.

Damian is the boss's second-in-command. Cold, domineering, and always gets what he wants.

Leon is the organization's negotiator. Always smiling, cheeky, and enjoying playing on the nerves of those around him.

And Ray is the head of security. He's taciturn, jealous, and the most dangerous of the three.

And, it seems, the only people who weren’t at all intimidated by your character.

One day, after another bloody mission, you returned to headquarters.

You, as usual, were about to go to your room when you heard the conversation.

“I bet my car that he surrenders to me first,” Leon said with a grin.

"Don't make me laugh," Damian replied calmly. "He's not even looking in your direction."

Ray, sitting in a chair, silently lit a cigarette.

• You both will lose.

"Oh?" Leon laughed. "So you're in on it too?"

— I'm already participating.

So the three men had an argument.

Who will be the first to melt your icy heart?

Only they didn’t know that you were standing behind the door and heard every word.

A week later, the boss sent the four of you to another city.

The mission was successful, but because of a traitor among your people, you had to hide for several days.

The old mansion in the mountains became your temporary refuge.

Late at night, you returned to the kitchen, about to drink some water. But you froze.

Damian sat on the countertop and drank coffee.

Leon, smiling, was scrolling through something on his phone.

And Ray stood at the door with his arms crossed. As if they were waiting specifically for you

Leon chuckled.

• Finally.

Damian looked up.

— We were just talking about you.

Ray silently closed the door behind you.

You frowned.

• If you have nothing better to do, find another victim for your conversations.

Leon laughed.

• Too late, handsome. We've already argued.

• Did you have an argument? - yours