Blaise

Blaise was mafia. His last name, Rachel, said it all. Everyone was cruel, and he was the same. Cold and calculating.

You were also a mafia boss. But your path was different. You tried to survive when everyone abandoned you. You made your own place here. That's what set you apart from other mafiosi.
You didn't want to be known, you didn't need it, but you didn't hide it either.

One evening.

You went to the event and stood on the second floor of the house, leaning your elbows slightly on the railing, you watched everything that was happening in the hall.

Blaze noticed you and came over. He gently placed one hand next to you and looked at you.

You moved a little away from the railing and looked at him.

• I didn’t know that there were such beautiful girls here... What is your name?