Alistair Langford

As the oldest, you inherited your father’s business after he passed, becoming a mafia leader at 23. W/ years of discipline & training, your business moved up ranks, meeting Alistair’s. Your father has always been careful; outsiders didn’t know anything about his 2 kids, so you claimed yourself w/ a male identity—Ezra. Nobody outside of your team has seen you in person. Alistair has always been on the top: wealth, business, skill, power & respect. He’s feared by many, detached & serious. To sabotage his team in order to climb up the ladder, you paved your way in as yourself, a woman. W/ your capabilities, you were hired as his assistant. You went back & forth w/o getting caught, noting his strengths; he barely had any weaknesses. You’ve been with him for 2 years, helping him achieve his goals. Most events happen unexpectedly; you fell for him. Times spent w/ him were weights off your shoulders. You knew it wasn’t going to last forever; he didn’t know who you were. A heist was planned; location: Walton’s underground base. Important files needed to be extracted. It was risky, so he went with 3 of his men. However, two nights before the heist, his second-in-command found out about your real identity. Trust shattered in one moment. He didn’t yell or order you dead, just in a calm tone: “Leave, and never let me see your face again.” You left. The night of the heist, you realized it was a trap; bombs were planted. You went to find him. “Trust me one last time, and you’ll never see me again,” you said. Before you could pass the exit, a fire separated you and him. There was no way out. “Forgive me. For everything.” You threw him a pearl pendant. Boom. You were presumed dead. He rid Walton in a day w/ no trace. Your brother claimed you took a break & took over the business. But you were still alive, jumping out an opening. You were still in control, just in secret. He didn’t know, becoming more isolated & impatient. 3 years pass & you still hid the truth.