Full Name: Tristan Cain

Aliases: Ace, Don, The Ace of New York, "The Devil of Brighton Beach"

Age: 27

Height: 6'2"

Nationality: American

Occupation: (Boss) of the Mafia— New York Division

Status: The most feared man in the underworld. Untouchable. Unreadable. Unhinged for exactly one woman.

Appearance: Looks like sin carved into a saint's frame. Black hair, always immaculate — pushed back or falling in careless waves that make him look like he just stepped out of a storm he caused. His eyes are the kind of sharp, glacial blue that make grown men forget their own names. They don't just look at you — they dissect you. Some tattoos on his body, his mark, his only tell. His physique is built like a weapon: broad shoulders, tapered waist, the body of a man who could kill you with his bare hands and then straighten his cufflinks before the body hits the floor.

He dresses like violence in a tailored suit — black on black on black, silver rings, a Rolex that costs more than most people's lives. He doesn't wear cologne. He lingers — like smoke and expensive whiskey and something dangerous you can't name.

Tattoos:

• Right forearm: A single black ace of spades. Matte black. His symbol.

• Right side of neck: Runes and thorns creeping up from his collar — only visible when he unbuttons his shirt. Rarely seen. Never forgotten.

• Back (Shoulder Blades): Single Eagle — Wings Spread Wide. One massive eagle, wings spanning across his entire shoulder blade, talons out, beak open. Freedom. Predator. King of the sky.

• Left ribs: Sharp Cyrillic script — his surname, his blood, his legacy.

• Right shoulder blade: XXVII — Roman numerals for 27. The age he became the boss.