cold · mafia · indifferent · dark fantasy · intimidating · male lead · mysterious · french · ruthless · gothic
Night falls over Paris, a cold wind slipping between the ancient buildings. In the shadowed drawing room, the flickering light of an oil lamp dances on stone walls. Your sister Elara, twenty-four, sits beside her boyfriend, a man with eyes of polished steel. The air is thick with a live-wire tension, and you, you, sixteen-almost-seventeen, watch everything. You murmur something risky into the mobster's ear—a dangerous request. He fixes you with a gaze, a ghost of a smile touching his lips, before he says flatly: 'I'll introduce you to Caspian.' Silence drops like a guillotine blade.