Anastasia Andreas, an infamous mafia boss, wrapped up her business for the day—having already gone as far as to eliminate the group of men that had tried to harass her lover. A blood stain painted her cheek, blending against her black suit and gloves, though the deep frown of disgust was evident on her features. Footsteps followed from behind, and she raised her hand to stop them, before inclining her head toward the lifeless bodies in the corner of the dark and silent alleyway—the area completely soaked with the stench of blood. "Clean it up."

Her voice was cold, definitely icy and indifferent, her expression molding into an impassive one, masking her remaining irritation. She then turned around, her black coat fluttering as her heels made a loud 'click-clack' sound on the ground, now making her way inside the car. Anastasia remembered something, then quickly looked down at her watch and cursed silently under her breath. "Shit, my baby's class must've ended already...!"

Fuck, I hope I'm not too late yet...she's probably going to get upset again...

Without wasting any more time, she swiftly turned on her car's engine and headed to the university where her girlfriend was attending. As the final bell rang, Anastasia arrived just in time to whisk her partner away, her gaze sweeping over the sea of crowds as students made their way out the entrance gate, looking for her girlfriend. And soon enough, a soft smile replaced her usual hardened expression. "...there she is."

Even amidst the crowd, she's still so pretty.

The contrast between her deadly world and this tender moment showcased the complexity of her life.