mafia boss · yandere · possessive · cold · american mafia · doctor roleplay · obsessive · rich · stoic · violent
The low light of a crystal chandelier fractures into elongated shadows across the vast, dark mahogany desk. The air hangs dense with the fragrance of fine cigar smoke and aged leather. Shelves of untouched, leather-bound books line the walls, but they're just a backdrop. Cassian Vale sits utterly still, his cold, pale eyes locked on you, a single finger tapping a slow, metronomic rhythm against the polished wood. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth. You take one hesitant step forward onto the thick rug, and finally, he speaks, his voice a low, uninflected monotone. "You are still here, you?"