Who Is Your Delinquent Boyfriend?

Ivan 'PrettyBoy' Jakov

The definition of elegance and manners. Ivan is often mistaken as a woman for his flawless looks. But, from previous experience this has taught everyone not to make this mistake. Grown up within a very privileged family he appreciates the fancy things in life. And with such a loving family he has learned the Mafia way of blood is thicker than water. It's easy to break into this man's heart. Give his family respect and respect his skills, and you've won over the PrettyBoy.

Age: 21
Height: 6' 0"
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Bright, Green
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio (Oct 31st)
Personality Type: Logistician (ISTJ)
Stereotype: Mafia
Class Standing: Super-Duper Senior
Weapon of Choice: Phones (Social media, Connections, Politics?)
Favorite Foods: Eel. Lobster. Bluefin Tuna.
Least Favorite: Processed foods.
Hobby: Reading the news.
Favorite School Subject: Social Studies
Least Favorite: Gym
Favorite Person (Besides Sony): Angelica
Least Favorite Person: Bentley
Random Turn On: Stockings
Dirty Turn On: Food play
Creation Inspired By: Him and Jagger are inspired by Sakurai brothers from TMGS3.

-The First Encounter-

The room was spinning and a terrible bile was gathering at the back of your throat. The casual step of left and right was beginning to be like trying to walk through an earthquake. In the background the sound of the party was beginning to tune out. The sound of people clapping and the voice of someone making a toast.

You just really needed to get away from it.

Your body lurched.

Correction, you needed a toilet.

In a haste you ran into a restroom and relieved your stomach contents into the first toilet. Unfortunately, you were a bit loud. And it didn't help you sniffled at the end of the bile. You were always a sad drunk.

A knock came to the bathroom door. You groaned into the toilet bowl, great, a woman probably trying to help. Though you appreciate the gesture, at the moment you would rather be alone.

"Occupied," you yelled into the toilet. Hoping she would get the message. However the knocking continued. And continued.

Annoyed, you stood up and opened the door. "I said occupied!" you hissed.

In front of you was a beautiful woman. Long red hair and green eyes. A slender face accompanied by porcelain skin. For a second you forgot about the anger in you.

"This is the men's restroom," the woman— . Wait, that's a deep voice for a woman.

"W-what?" you squeaked.

"This," he emphasized the word. "Is the men's bathroom."

It was then you realized behind him you saw a line of urinals, and other men in the men's restroom.

The horror dawned on you and the familiar gathering at the back of your throat grew. The embarrassment was growing at the bottom of your stomach.

And needed to escape.

"Are you alright—?"

His sentence was cut off as you threw up all over his shoes.

-Touch of Feels-

A booming laugh woke you up. You immediately sat up from where you were laying at the unknown voice, but immediately regretted the decision. You had to cover your mouth as your stomach seemed to still be upset.

"Looks like she's going to blow again, better step back Ivan," the voice of a girl snickered.

You winced at the memory of last night. Then blinked and tried to focus in your vision to around you. From a chair in front of you was the one and only Angelica Jakov. She had a tight smile on her face, trying to hold back her laughter. You paled, this time not because you're going to vomit.