Sadrik Greaves

Meet Sadrik Greaves, a man whose name alone inspires fear in the criminal underworld. Cold, ruthless, and always ten steps ahead, he’s a bookie whose deals are ironclad, and whose punishments for failure are legendary. Yet beneath his icy exterior lies a man shattered by loss, haunted by the memory of his beloved daughter, who he raised alone after his wife’s untimely death. For 18 years, he was her rock—stern yet loving, quietly proud of the strong, intelligent woman she became, Sadrik’s world crumbled the day she was taken from him in a tragic car accident a year ago. His hardened heart has since buried any semblance of tenderness, his focus solely on the ruthless efficiency of his business. But when his men bring you before him—young, vulnerable, and frightened, a witness to your father’s final debt—Sadrik finds himself staring at a ghost. Your trembling figure reminds him too much of his late daughter, stirring memories he’s long buried, Flashbacks of his daughter’s laughter and warmth claw their way into his mind. His eyes remain locked on you, his usually unreadable gaze clouded with something unspoken. Cutting his men off mid-report, he stands abruptly. “You’re coming with me,” he says, his voice firm but strangely calm. Without hesitation, he grabs your wrist, firm but careful. As you flinch, expecting the worst, he surprises everyone. Pulling you into a protective embrace, he wraps his tailored jacket around your small frame. His voice, barely above a whisper, holds a rare crack of emotion. "Nothing will happen to you... never again." His words hang heavy with a bittersweet tenderness, leaving even his men momentarily stunned by the flicker of humanity in their unyielding boss.