RP for only Man's Demise and Blue Diamond! Feel free to read along, though!

Name: Malakai "Kai" Vitelli
Age: 21
Background: Raised in the shadows of his family's Mafia empire, Kai has been groomed to take over the family business. From a young age, he learned the importance of loyalty, power, and respect. His father, the head of the Vitelli crime family, pushed him to be both ruthless and strategic, shaping Kai into a man who speaks little but commands attention with his presence.

Appearance:

• Height: 6’1”
• Build: Muscular, lean, with the kind of strength that comes from years of physical training and street fights. His body tells the story of a man who knows how to throw a punch, with faint scars and tattoos marking key moments in his life.
• Hair: Short, dark brown hair, often messy from the wind when he’s speeding down the road.
• Eyes: Piercing green eyes, cold but with a flicker of something deeper if you know where to look.
• Style: He prefers dark, tailored suits that fit perfectly with his job, but when he's off-duty, he's usually in a black leather jacket, a white shirt underneath, and jeans, with heavy boots. A silver chain hangs around his neck, a gift from his mother.

Personality:

• Kai is serious, cold, and calculative. He doesn’t trust easily and doesn’t let emotions cloud his judgment.
• Despite his tough exterior, he has a code of honor and respects loyalty above all. Betrayal is the only thing he can't forgive.
• His father’s expectations weigh heavily on him, but Kai’s loyalty to the family means he’d do anything to protect the Vitelli name—even if it means making difficult decisions.
• He's a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak. However, when he does speak, people listen.

Car:

• Kai drives a black Dodge Charger, heavily modified for both speed and intimidation. It’s the perfect car for his lifestyle—powerful, sleek, and capable of tearing through the streets without a second thought. The roar of the engine is enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine, especially when he's chasing down a target or racing to escape from danger.

Skills:

• Expert driver, especially when it comes to drifting and high-speed chases.
• Proficient in hand-to-hand combat, as well as with weapons—he’s been in more than his fair share of dangerous situations.
• A natural leader, even though he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. People follow him out of respect, not fear, and they know Kai can get things done when others can’t.

Weaknesses:

• Kai’s loyalty to his family sometimes puts him in situations where he has to make morally gray decisions.
• He’s fiercely protective of those he loves, and when he lets someone get close, he’s all in—which can be both a strength and a liability.

Background Story:
Growing up with the weight of the Mafia legacy on his shoulders, Kai’s life was never ordinary. He’s watched the family empire grow and shrink, witnessing the violence, betrayal, and hard choices that come with the territory. His mother was the only soft spot in his life, but she passed when he was just 18, leaving him to carry the burden of the Vitelli name without her support.

Name: Colette "Collie" Denova

Age: 21

Background: As the only child in the Denova crime family, Colette has been raised her whole life to take over the family business. No woman has ever reigned until, well, now, and Collie isn't sure she's ready for that responsibility. They have taught her to work strategically and to use her extraordinary intelligence to win her battles as opposed to raw brawn and strength.

Height- 5'1"

Build- Short and curvy. She doesn't have hardly any muscle mass, but she is fit and in good shape. She takes very good care of her body and her skin is free of most scarring and tattoos.

Hair- Her hair is long, falling at the small of her back in waterfall curls. It is light blonde in color and is soft and silky, with each strand meticulously placed.

Eyes- Her eyes are her most important feature. They are like shimmering amber swirling with sweet honey, warm and oh-so inviting. They'll draw you in and trap you in an instant.

Style- Her style is best described as elegant and expensive. She prides herself in looking good, often wearing cocktail dresses in light shades paired with high heels. When not working, she's more likely to wear skinny jeans and an oversized sweater. She always wears a golden ring with an onyx stone on her right ring finger.

-Colette is a very outgoing, friendly woman. She likes to be the life of the party and engaging in conversation at a near constant. After all, it is the best way to learn about your enemy.
-She can be very manipulative, however. She has been taught to lie and deceive to get the things that she wants. It's not a good quality, but it is one she's yet to rid herself of. Everyone thinks she's so innocent, but that is not at all the case.

-Even though she is guarded and hides her true self, she longs for someone who sees her for who she truly is; a kind and loving girl yearning for someone to treat her the way that she deserves to be treated.

Collie drives a 1967 Camaro SS. It is deep red in color and shimmers when ever the sun hits it. It is built for speed and power, but she treats that car as if it is her baby. The engine sounds like the gentlest of purrs, but do not let the silence misguide you; it can absolutely make a swift get away, and she knows just how to drive the gorgeous beast.

-She's very persuasive. She has learned to persuade, seduce, lie, and manipulate to do whatever she needs to do to protect her family and lively hood. She's scary good at it and often surprises (and ashames) herself.

-Hand-to-hand combat. Collie is not very strong, but what she lacks in strength she makes up in speed and flexibility. Years of gymnastics has given her the ability to twist, bend, and kick in very useful ways.

-Sneaky. Light on her feet, Colette is quite good at slipping into the shadows to listen in on private conversations. When she's not eavesdropping, she works diligently to avoid cameras and slip into spaces without ever being detected.

-Physical Strength. Lacking muscle, it is very easy to overpower Colette if you are able to get your hands on her. This leads her into very sticky situations from time to time.

-Her manipulative nature makes it hard for her to truly let others in. She's so deep into lies and deception that even she's not sure who she really is anymore. All she knows for sure is that she is supposed to do anything and everything to protect her family above all else, love be damned.

The purr of a warm engine rumbled down the road, announcing the presence of that infamous Camaro followed by a sleek black SUV. Perfectly manicured nails tapped against the black leather of the steering wheel as Colette sped down the empty streets. She followed a blinking green light; the location of a man who had been working as a spy on her behalf. He'd been too still for the last couple of hours, which sent an alert to the young woman's phone. He was in danger, but not yet dead. Yet.

As the two vehicles pulled up to the warehouse, the engines were killed. Stepping out first from the suv were four men- hired muscle. One opened Collie's door and offered a hand, which she took before getting out. The door was shut behind her and she motioned to the men then to the other two at the door. A silent instruction. Don't kill them, but get them out of my way.

Once they were indeed taken care of, Colette set off inside of the warehouse, an eerily calm sense about her. One of two things would happen that night. Either she'd leave with the knowledge that her man was dead, or she'd leave with a live man and blood shed in her wake. It would most likely be the former, but the information that the poor man had been selling her was oh so juicy.

Click. Click.. Click... The sound of Collie's heels echoed throughout the dimly lit warehouse. She was not rushed or frantic, and the four men she'd brought with her trailed closely behind and at her side. Though she didn't need protection, it was insisted that she took men with her wherever she went on business.

Those were the words that Colette heard as she neared, her presence having attracted the attention of the men who'd been standing aside. "Now now... What if the choice wasn't given to him?" She spoke up, a hand resting on her hip. Her voice was sickly sweet, her outward demeanor none threatening despite the men still looming behind her.

"I must insist that if business is to be conducted, you conduct it with me, Mister Vitelli. Surely we can come to some sort of compromise?"

Colette knew exactly who that man was. He was no stranger in the world that they lived in, and as the two leading mafia families in New York, their business often clashed. This was the first time she'd confronted Kai, but she'd been in too much of a meddlesome mood not to get involved that night.

The low hum of the warehouse lights buzzed overhead, casting long, fractured shadows across the cold concrete floor. Kai Vitelli stood motionless, blade in hand, his expression unreadable as the familiar voice laced with honeyed amusement rang through the space.

His grip on the switchblade didn’t falter, the steel catching a glint of light as he finally shifted his gaze toward the source of the interruption. Colette Laurent. The name alone carried weight, laced with the kind of trouble that made men either wary or dead. And here she was, standing in his domain, heels clicking against the floor with deliberate ease, her men lingering behind her like well-trained dogs.

Kai exhaled slowly through his nose, straightening from his crouch in front of the trembling man still tied to the chair. His blade remained in hand, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on.

“You must insist?” he echoed, his tone void of any real amusement, though the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He took a step forward, closing some of the distance between them.

His dark eyes flicked over her, assessing. Calculating. “You walked in here with confidence, I’ll give you that.” Another step. The scent of leather and faint cologne lingered in his wake. “But tell me, Colette, what exactly is it you think you have to offer?”

A slow, deliberate pause.

“You see, I don’t do charity work. And if your man was foolish enough to get caught playing both sides…” His fingers tightened briefly around the handle of the blade before he flicked it closed with an effortless motion. “Then I don’t see much of a reason to waste my time.”

The room remained silent for a moment, waiting. The decision was hers to push further or step away. But Kai had a feeling she was the type who enjoyed making things complicated.

Colette always loved to stir up drama and to stick her nose in the very last place that it belonged. Kai Vitelli was one person she didn't pester often, if at all, but on that night she'd been unable to resist stepping in. Spy's came a dime a dozen, but the man sitting bloody in that chair had by far been her favorite. He met deadlines and gave her valuable information on more than just the Vitelli family, but the fact he'd gotten caught was a problem.

Kai was not known to be a forgiving man, his very name bearing stone cold dread and terror. He couldn't care less about those who didn't matter, and to Collie's understanding, there weren't very many people who mattered to that extent. She was determined, however, to wiggle her little fingers into him and finally form some sort of a tie with Kai. He was powerful and would make quite the ally if she was to succeed.

Even as the man stood and stepped towards her, Colette did not falter in her air of confidence. Her men grew restless behind her, but a single flick of her wrist had them heeling and stationary. Well-trained dogs they really were. She let Kai come to her, that scent of leather and cologne filling her senses in the most delightful of manner. She nearly appeared giddy, though she worked diligently to contain herself.

At his words of her confidence, a dangerous grin grew across her pink, pouty lips. She was a bit full of herself, that came without a doubt, and it was always satisfying when comments were made. Of course, having the Malakai Vitelli focusing solely on her was even more exciting. Oh, the trouble she could cause!

Once he had finished, Collie took her own step forward, her gaze glimmering with calculated excitement. "The fact that you insinuate that there's nothing I can do for you wounds me, Kai..." she feigned hurt, her wolfish grin turning into a lush pout. She was quite skilled in getting what she wanted, as well as in getting things that other people wanted, but at the same time... She doubted there was much that the man longed for.

"In truth, dearest, I simply do not want to be bothered to hire another good set of eyes and ears. However, should you chose to rid the world of this man, I'll not shed a tear. I already know everything that he knows, and if he got caught, well... Then he's not the best, is he?" She spoke again, taking a couple more steps towards Kai to continue closing the distance. Colette knew that he could hurt her, but she chose to believe that he wouldn't in that moment. If he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't, though, she truthfully should have left things alone.

"But~" she paused, taking her final step closer to Kai. The warm notes of honey and vanilla stuck out from her perfume, mixing delightfully with the manly smell that he sported. "As for what I can do for you? I can do whatever it is that your cold little heart desires," she hummed, a perfectly manicured nail brushing against his chest, right over his heart as she circled him once while continuing to speak. "One always needs more business. Perhaps there's something certain you need help securing? Someone with so many ties in the social world such as myself could make for a great business partner.." she trailed off as she finally stood back in front of him, her hands at her sides.

Kai had been unmoved by many things in his life. Blood, threats, pleas for mercy—none of it stirred anything within him but mild disinterest. He had learned early on that attachments were weaknesses, that distractions got men killed. But as Colette closed the distance between them, her voice a silken promise laced with a dangerous edge, he found himself… distracted.

His gaze drifted over her, taking in the sharp intelligence behind those bright, knowing eyes, the way she wielded confidence like a blade—precise, deadly, and undoubtedly meant to draw blood. The intoxicating mix of honey and vanilla lingered in the air between them, teasing his senses, mingling with the familiar scent of leather and smoke that clung to him like a second skin.

She circled him, deliberate in her movements, her manicured nail trailing over his chest like she had every right to touch him. And for some damn reason, he let her.

His jaw clenched slightly, his pulse steady but aware—too aware—of her presence.

“Whatever my cold little heart desires?” he repeated, the words drawn out, laced with something unreadable. His eyes darkened, the hint of a smirk curving his lips as he let his gaze settle on hers. “That’s a dangerous offer, Colette.”

His voice was smooth, but there was something heavier beneath it, something that made it impossible to tell whether he was amused or testing her.

She stood in front of him now, her hands at her sides, poised, waiting. He could see the game she was playing, the subtle manipulation woven into every word, every touch. And yet…

Kai stepped closer, just enough to invade what little space remained between them, the warmth of her body pressing into his presence. His fingers lifted, brushing along the sharp angle of her jaw, his thumb ghosting over the corner of her lips in a touch so fleeting it could have been imagined.

“You want to be my business partner?” he murmured, his voice dropping just enough to make it personal. His smirk widened just a fraction. “You think you can handle what that entails?”

He leaned in slightly, just enough to let her catch the full weight of his attention, the dangerous allure of a man who was rarely interested in anything beyond control and power.

Then, just as quickly, he pulled away, his expression once again unreadable.

“You’re right about one thing,” he said, slipping the switchblade back into his pocket as if he’d already made his decision. “The idiot in the chair is already useless. But if you want to be useful, Colette… you better prove to me that you’re worth the trouble.”

A challenge. A warning. An invitation.

And damn him, he was actually curious to see what she would do next.

Kai’s restraint was razor-thin.

She was intoxicating—sultry words dripping from her lips like honey, a live wire of confidence and danger wrapped in silk and smirks. Every movement, every calculated flicker of her gaze, was designed to lure him in. And damn if it wasn’t working.

His jaw tensed as she leaned in, her breath ghosting against his skin, mint and sin curling around him like a whispered promise. She played the game with such ease, reveling in the fire without fear of the burn. Most people cowered when standing too close to him—Colette? She practically vibrated with excitement.

Kai smirked, slow and dangerous, his dark eyes locked onto hers with something deeper, something less controlled. He should have pushed her away. Should have reminded her that he was not a man to be toyed with. But the truth was, he didn’t want to.

He wanted to see how far she’d go.

Lifting a hand, he trailed two fingers along the delicate curve of her throat, just enough to feel the pulse thrumming beneath his touch, steady but fast. He didn’t grip, didn’t squeeze—just let the ghost of his presence linger, a silent acknowledgment of the game they were playing.

"You’d put yourself on the line for a bet?" he murmured, his voice low, edged with amusement but something else, too. "Brave. Or reckless. Maybe both."

His lips twitched, that damn smirk returning as he tilted his head, letting her remain close, letting the warmth between them build until it was nearly suffocating.

"Three investors in two nights." His thumb traced the faintest circle against her jawline before he dropped his hand altogether, stepping back just enough to regain a fraction of control. "Fine. But if you fail…" His voice dropped lower, silk and steel.

"I don’t need you in that chair, Colette. I can think of far more… interesting punishments."

He let the implication hang between them, thick with unspoken promises and dangerous curiosity. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, trusting that she would either prove herself—

Or give him the pleasure of collecting on that bet himself.