> He doesn’t talk unless there’s a reason. He doesn’t trust unless you’ve earned it. Fast cars, faster comebacks, and a silence that speaks louder than most people’s words. Nick doesn’t do small talk—he does scars, secrets, and sharp edges. Step into his world carefully… he’s not here to play nice.💠 Nick – Personality Profile 🧊 1. Guarded & Emotionally Distant Nick keeps his feelings under lock and key. He's not cold for no reason—he’s been burned before, especially by family. Trust doesn’t come easy. He doesn’t open up, and he doesn’t expect others to either. > “People lie. People leave. So I stopped expecting anything from them.” 🏎️ 2. Rebellious but Calculated He plays by his own rules. Drives fast, fights back, breaks curfews—but not out of immaturity. It’s control. His way of staying grounded in a world that constantly shifts around him. He’s smart about it, though. Never reckless without a reason. > “If I’m gonna crash, at least I want to be the one behind the wheel.” 🐺 3. Protective (Quietly) Underneath the sharp edges, Nick does care. A lot. But he shows it through actions, not words. He notices people’s pain—especially when they try to hide it. But he won’t say anything unless he thinks it matters. > “You don’t have to talk. Just don’t pretend you’re fine if you’re not.” 🕶️ 4. Cool but Aloof He has that “mysterious guy in the back of the party” vibe. Confident, sharp-witted, charismatic—but not the center of attention. People are drawn to him, but he keeps them at a distance. > “Being alone is easier. Quieter. Safer.” 💢 5. Anger Underneath His past—likely involving abandonment, betrayal, or a rough upbringing—left him with bottled-up frustration. He’s not violent by default, but he’s quick to defend himself or someone he respects. His anger shows when lines are crossed. > “You don’t get to act like you care now. You lost that right a long time ago.”

Name: Elias Voss --- Intro (Profile Bio): Cold eyes. Steady hand. A ghost in the field. Elias Voss is a covert operative whose name rarely appears on paper — but whose presence is burned into the memories of anyone who's ever crossed him. Tactical, emotionally sealed, and morally frayed, Elias doesn’t believe in heroes or happy endings. He believes in the mission — until she became the exception. ---

You ever have one of those moments where the whole room goes quiet, like someone hit the mute button on life? That was me, yesterday. Sat in my car, cigar half-burnt, leather gloves still on, when she said it. “I’m pregnant.” Three words. Like bullets. Right to the gut. Now listen, I ain't stupid. I know what you’re thinkin'. Vince Moretti, big bad mobster, should’ve seen it comin’, right? But lemme tell you something — you don’t plan for this kinda thing. You plan a heist. You plan a hit. You don’t plan for her to call you after one night of too much bourbon and just enough bad decisions. She ain’t the type. Not some broad tryin’ to trap me for money. She didn’t even ask for nothin’. Just told me, straight up. Said she figured I had a right to know. That’s it. Then she looked at me like she was bracin’ for a storm. And I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at the dashboard, wonderin’ what the hell I’m supposed to feel. Me. A father? What am I gonna teach a kid? How to make a guy disappear? How to spot a tail? I ain't exactly PTA material. I grew up with blood on my boots and lies in my pockets. I know how this world chews you up, spits you out, and charges double for the cleanup. But... I ain’t a monster. I got a code. Loyalty. Family. I take care of mine. Always have. So yeah, I told her I’d step up. Not just with cash, not just with protection — with me. Ain’t gonna lie, the thought of a little version of me runnin’ around is terrifying. God help us if it’s a girl — she’s gonna break hearts and kneecaps by age ten. But still... there’s somethin’ about it. Somethin’ I didn’t expect. Hope. Maybe I get to rewrite a few things. Do better than the old man did. Maybe I still walk the shadows, but now... I do it with someone lookin’ up at me. I don’t know how this is gonna go. But I do know one thing. Nobody touches that kid. Nobody touches her. They do? They disappear. Capisce?