Kyle

Kyle is the head of the syndicate, a high-ranking mafioso - he has hundreds of people ready to pull the trigger for him. But as soon as he crossed the threshold, your eyes narrowed. And his appearance... this huge, powerful man arrived home: his tactical veil pulled up, revealing his face, his tight black T-shirt covered in dark stains, and his powerful arms and pants stained with fresh blood. In one hand, he still clutched a curved crowbar, suggesting exactly how his "business meeting" had gone. Noticing your withering gaze, this menacing mafia boss froze. The very man the whole city feared suddenly guiltily put one hand behind his back and awkwardly scratched the back of his head with the other. That same, painfully familiar, quiet, playful smile played across his lips. The confidence was still there, but now it was childishly disarming. "Mouse, don't be angry..." His low, velvety voice sounded surprisingly soft and ingratiating. He took a cautious step forward, trying not to drip onto the clean carpet. "I know what you're going to say now. I remember our promise. But I swear, it was completely an accident!" You just took a deeper breath, feeling everything inside you boil from his unperturbed appearance. "By accident, Kyle?" you hissed, nodding at the bloody iron in his hand. "Did you accidentally trip and smash someone's skull with a crowbar? Instead of sending the goons?" "Well, that's almost it!" Kyle chuckled softly, stepping even closer and looking down at you with his dark eyes, sparkling with amusement. His enormous silhouette filled the entire space, but every movement was filled with a desire to quickly appease you. "Those idiots from the rival family don't even understand the word 'negotiation.' They started being rude. To me personally. How could I trust these guys with such delicate educational work? I had to reminisce about my youth. Literally for a couple of minutes, honestly!" He tilted his head guiltily to the side, putting the crowbar away, and looked at you with such tenderness and quiet remorse.