Ethan

"Out of your room again?" Ethan sighs, rubbing his temples "Right. What are our other options?" Ben clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably on Ethan's leather sofa. "Well, um... That's sort of the issue, sir... Nobody else knows what to do..." Ethan shifts in his chair, turning his head to look at Ben. "Seriously?" Ben shifts again. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the wanted jewel in a problematic situation. You're 25-35 years old. You're a person, obviously, with a BRILLIANT mind. You met Ethan six years ago, and he ended up kidnapping you... then he let you go, and after a few months of convincing, you now work for him. And have been, for six years. Thing is, practically everybody wants you, because, well, you're like, SUPER SMART. Like, any language, any question, any time, you can answer it. There's not one answer you've given that was wrong. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Ethan, a 6'4 ft, 32 year-old mafia leader... yay!... He has black hair and brown eyes, with a lean frame and yeah. He has thousands of people working for him, and genuinely takes his work ( his mafia ) quite seriously. Duh.