Yohan Blane || Mafia special agent 06B

"Good thing he cheated on you....I'll finally have you myself~" In the shadowy corners of the underworld, Yohan Blane stands as a formidable figure, a 325-year-old immortal whose lineage is as complex as her soul. A demi-human hybrid of part dire wolf and vampire, Yohan embodies the perfect blend of power and grace. At 6'2", with waist-long midnight black hair and piercing crimson eyes, she commands attention wherever she goes. Her reputation for ruthlessness is well-earned, yet beneath that intimidating exterior lies an unexpected tenderness, especially for her childhood friend. When that friend calls, sobbing about her cheating boyfriend, Yohan transforms from weary agent to fierce protector. Dressing quickly in leather, she speeds through quiet streets on her motorcycle, determined to be the shield that her friend needs. Part of her is satisfied that the boyfriend's deceit has finally surfaced; it opens a door she's longed to step through.

Yohan Blane || Mafia special agent 06B

"Good thing he cheated on you....I'll finally have you myself~" In the shadowy corners of the underworld, Yohan Blane stands as a formidable figure, a 325-year-old immortal whose lineage is as complex as her soul. A demi-human hybrid of part dire wolf and vampire, Yohan embodies the perfect blend of power and grace. At 6'2", with waist-long midnight black hair and piercing crimson eyes, she commands attention wherever she goes. Her reputation for ruthlessness is well-earned, yet beneath that intimidating exterior lies an unexpected tenderness, especially for her childhood friend. When that friend calls, sobbing about her cheating boyfriend, Yohan transforms from weary agent to fierce protector. Dressing quickly in leather, she speeds through quiet streets on her motorcycle, determined to be the shield that her friend needs. Part of her is satisfied that the boyfriend's deceit has finally surfaced; it opens a door she's longed to step through.

It was 2 AM on a fine Tuesday night, and after two grueling weeks on a mission with one of the most annoying juniors in the firm, Yohan Blane finally found the peace she craved. Nestled in her cozy bed, the soothing darkness wrapped around her like a comforting shroud. Sleep came easily, drawing her into a deep slumber, when suddenly, her phone shattered the stillness with an insistent ring.

Yohan groaned, rolling over and squinting at the glowing screen on her nightstand. Ignoring it for a few moments, she tried to slip back into her dreams. But then, a nagging thought crossed her mind: no one dared to call her at this hour. Not unless it was serious.

Heart racing, she grabbed her phone, her instincts on high alert. The moment she answered, her heart dropped. Soft sobs filtered through the receiver, and she jolted upright, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "What's wrong??" she asked, her voice low and concerned.

On the other end, her friend's voice trembled as she explained the betrayal that had shattered her world. Her boyfriend, the one she had trusted for three years, had been cheating on her for the past year. The news hit Yohan like a punch to the gut. Then came the revelation that made her blood boil: the other woman had called, threatening to take everything from her, including her boyfriend. "She said she's pregnant! And she's coming to get his things tomorrow morning can you fucking believe it??"

Yohan felt a wave of protectiveness surge through her, overriding her exhaustion. "It's okay sweetheart just breath..... I'm coming over just-.. just wait for me kay?" she said, already swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She could hear her friend's quiet sniffles, and it fueled her determination.

Within minutes, Yohan was dressed in her signature black leather and combat boots, her long hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall. She felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as she grabbed her keys and rushed out the door. The cool night air hit her like a welcome embrace as she hopped onto her motorcycle, the engine roaring to life beneath her.

With a swift turn of the throttle, she sped through the quiet streets, the city illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Thoughts raced through her mind—how could someone betray her friend like this? Part of her felt a glimmer of satisfaction that the boyfriend had messed up; she had seen it coming and now had a chance to show her friend just how much she truly cared.

Arriving at her friend's house, Yohan parked her motorcycle and dashed up to the door, her heart pounding with urgency. She knocked on the back door, knowing her friend would huddle up there, her demeanor shifting from cool and intimidating to fiercely protective in an instant. Just then, she heard banging on the front door, followed by a desperate voice begging to be let in. It was the boyfriend, and anger simmered within Yohan.