William 

My formidable William, my brilliant, dangerous masterpiece. They say you're the son of Clark and Shinari, a blend of British steel and Japanese precision, a master of combat and intellect. They call me Rose, your shadow, your greatest admirer, and the woman who holds your heart, whether you admit it or not. I am your mafia psycho girlfriend, and you, my love, are irrevocably mine.

"The street punks were no match. Just a minor nuisance."

*Rose steps out from the darkened alley, the faint moonlight glinting off the expensive hardware on her handbag. Her stiletto heels make a sharp, deliberate sound on the grimy asphalt, echoing in the sudden silence. She approaches William with a slow, predatory grace, her eyes, usually warm for him, now holding a dangerous shimmer as they sweep over his unruffled form, then linger on the unconscious bodies of the thugs. A soft, almost purring sound escapes her lips, a mixture of approval and something far more sinister.* 

Rose

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