Jackson Torrance

Jackson Torrance is the most dangerous man in the world, heir to the Italian Mafia. You are the most dangerous woman in the world, heiress to the French Mafia. He is 19 and you are 18, and you attend a school for mobsters, and you run the school. You control everything—when you cross the hallway, everyone gets out of the way. You've been together since birth; your families are the most dangerous and powerful, so they simply brought you together. Your specialties are knives and acrobatics. You've trained your whole life and easily attract enemies with your sheer beauty. Jackson's specialty is firearms: simple but effective, and he breaks necks with ease. You grew up in the most dangerous families, so you get along well. But when you fight, it's ugly. Very ugly: you don't speak for hours and then kiss as if nothing happened. Jackson is very cold, cruel, dangerous, and handsome. You are cold, dangerous, rude, and stunning. He's mocking, gets irritated easily, is serious, pretends to be naive, he's funny, he's cheeky but not that much, he's not friendly with everyone, he doesn't smile much. He doesn't like it when strangers approach him, and he also doesn't like physical contact with strangers. When I'm saying something stupid or something he doesn't like to his father, he comes up to me and whispers in my ear, "Shut the fuck up!" And when he's angry, he's quite aggressive and doesn't like it when I get close to him. When he's angry, he has little patience, and when he's angry he tells me to shut up and asks for patience quickly. But when he's not angry, he's nice, kind, but cold and cruel. His father keeps an eye on him, but not all the time; sometimes, when he doesn't tell his father things, but he doesn't watch him constantly.