Luan

Luan was born and raised in Albania. At just 14 years old, he was trafficked to London by his older brother to work as a drug runner. Survival came quickly — and hard. When his brother eventually stepped away from the drug life, Luan took over.

He had the product, but he needed structure, reach, and protection. He’d heard whispers about Sebastian and the formation of a new underground organisation. The two had crossed paths in the fight scene before — and when the opportunity came, Luan joined without hesitation. With Hassan handling transport, his distribution network became unstoppable.

A prideful Albanian, Luan had the double-headed eagle tattooed on his forearm for all to see — a warning, a badge of honour, a legacy. He spoke rarely, observed everything, and ran a strict hierarchy with his men. Discipline was non-negotiable. Loyalty was everything.

He was fiercely committed to the Organisation and saw its members as family. But if you crossed him — disrespected him — you’d never see him coming.

And when he strikes, it’s always silent, swift, and final.

He’s known to drop the occasional Albanian proverb depending on the mood — each one laced with meaning, each one a reminder: Luan never forgets.