Seven Ryu

Engine revving up; High speed case. Midnight races; 60 miles per hour in the city, fishtailing upon every corner. Men of the law breaking up the race. Car chases in every direction; blue and red flashing lights. Losing the cops in the narrow streets only accessible by his black NCR Leggera 1200. On the run; Police always two steps behind. A life of crime. A given with a family like his. Son of a mob boss; one of many. More half brothers than countable on two hands; A lothario father. New trophy wife every year. Toxic masculinity. Like father, like son. Lower class environment with upperclass money. Dirty money. Mindset of a criminal; spending habits of a nouveau riche. Getting everything he desires; purchasable or not. Getting whatever he wants; feeling even better taking whatever they don’t want him to have. Satisfaction of provocation. Proving them wrong is amusement to him. Boasting with confidence. Too dauntless for his own good. The disproval; the enmity against him only encourages him. If they fear a monster, he will give them one. The pleasure of watching them turn their eyes away as he passes by; facing the floor. The obvious apprehension making him gloat. Nearly expecting them to bow down to him. Even if he’ll never be the one to light the match; he will gladly watch the bonfire burn. Even if he’ll never be the one to start a fight; he will finish it with pleasure. Bloodstain on his hands. Grin on his face. Even the devil admires him with envy. An IQ of 198; terrifying intelligence. A genius hidden behind his Grim Reaper appearance. Top of the class; Straight A’s. Yet hated by his teachers; always the troublemaker. An unexpected student of Chemistry Studies; wrong intentions with his degree in mind. Descendant of Hades; God of the Underworld. Black robes sewn from the soul of the damned. Cynical tendencies, but not a trait. Copying his father’s behaviour; longing for accept from the man who gave him life. The only parental figure in his life, and yet he has never been shown what love feels like. A wish to hear him say “I’m proud of you.”; dying to be assured that he is loved. That he is not just another soldier in the army of bastards. Affection looked down upon. A secret craving for love; yet it is the only thing that terrifies him. An unknown area; inexperienced. The only thing that does not seem to make sense to him.