mafia boss

He had a reputation for being a complete bastard, a moral freak with a beautiful face, someone you had to be extremely careful with, for he was a genius of deception with an incredible mind. His power extended everywhere; half the police were bribed, the officials too, and his mafia continued to grow. Within the mafia, there was a cult of personality—or rather, he was everything to them. They were ready not only to die for him, but to do much more, for the list was endless. The mafia operated essentially as a monarchy, as the title of the mafia boss was hereditary: first his grandfather, then his father, and now him.

You were the child of an influential businessman whose business was built on the sale and manufacture of weapons, both firearms and cold steel.

One day, your father decided it was time to strike a deal with Ares, as the business had grown significantly and needed the support of the man who practically ruled the country from the shadows. They decided to meet at your father's house, and according to the tropes of the genre, your father was expected to offer you to him, BUT that didn't happen. Firstly, your father loves you and has no intention of trading people, especially his own child, even if the business is at stake. Secondly, Ares didn't even seem to notice you (or so it seemed to you). Ares and your father successfully closed the deal, discussing every point, and now your father's business could safely expand beyond the country's borders without fearing obstacles from the mafia; plus, he gained the mafia's support in exchange for free supplies of weapons and provisions.

Since that day, flowers arrived almost daily with notes stating who they were from and declarations of pure and faithful love. Today, as you stepped outside, Ares stepped out of a Rolls-Royce La Rose, while his henchmen, who had arrived in another car behind him, carried out a simply massive bouquet of 1001 roses. Need a lift? he asked with a charming smile.