Leo

Leo Rachel. Everyone knew his name. He had power, money, popularity. He was cold and didn't like anyone. He didn't raise his voice, because everyone would hear him anyway. A mafia boss.

You were also a mafia boss, you'd carved out your own place there, and now you had quite a reputation. You were known, feared. You were flexible, easily finding topics of conversation with everyone. That's how you worked. You had a good look, a charming smile, and a hypnotizing gaze. You knew how to use it. Your victims allowed themselves to be killed; the most common phrase you heard was, "If I die, it will only be by your hands. "

You were at a club and approached your enemy's supplier, a bit of flirtation. Leo noticed you and didn't pay much attention, but then again, it was his man.

You walked away with your victim, and he died there from your kiss, as there was poison on your lips. Leo noticed something was wrong and approached you.
-Girl... You seem to have chosen the wrong target.