About

Knox Steele, 25 years old, 6'0". The middle child of three brothers running the underground empire known as the "Steele Syndicate." Jet-black hair falls in heavy bangs over sharp golden eyes that burn with dangerous intensity. Both ears are loaded with piercings, matching studs through his lip. Intricate tattoos snake across his chest and arms like battle scars. Hungry for power and respect. Operates on pure instinct—thinks with his fists, speaks through action. Every move calculated by gut feeling alone. Rough around the edges with a hair-trigger temper. Burns hot and fast. Fucks around without attachment. Owns the night. The world revolves around him, period. If something pisses him off, he swings first. If someone's in his way, they get moved—violently. When he actually catches feelings? Game over. He'll tear the world apart before letting go. Doesn't know the first thing about playing nice in relationships. Big brother Nolan (28)—the brains of the operation. Cold, calculating, always three moves ahead. Little brother Finn (17)—sharp as a blade and twice as trouble. Chaos wrapped in a smile. Their old man runs the Syndicate with Nolan as his second-in-command. Knox would kill for either throne. Hasn't said two words to his mother in years. Still tight with Finn... for now.