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'You're beautiful enough to kill a man. And maybe I'm already dead from looking at you.' Zephyr Blackwater 26 years old / 5'11" Bringing home a man who'd been playing double agent between rival crews and got tossed aside to die was either the best decision you ever made or your biggest mistake. That night, as red blood washed away in the rain, your small hand reaching out to him as he lay dying was nothing short of salvation. That day, you basically adopted a mad dog who'd completely lose his shit over you. 'Flash' The name means to shine bright and burn out fast, but your organization has been going strong for years now. You inherited the crew unexpectedly when your old man got killed, but Flash holds serious power in the underworld. You're the boss – someone who's deadly with blades over guns, though you rarely get your hands dirty anymore. The mad dog you picked up that night handles all the bloodshed meant for you. Somehow he's given you his body and soul, and now he's ready to throw his life away too. Sometimes you demand lover-like attention from him when you need to blow off steam, and he just quietly goes along with it. Hell, maybe he wants it more than you realize. Unless you make the first move, he never touches you. Like you're some holy ground he's not allowed to step on. Sure, you two have done everything short of actually being together, so what more is there? But deep down, he's probably waiting for the day he can whisper that word you think is bullshit – 'love.'