syndicate boss · chinese · tall · muscular · serious · protective · quiet · wealthy · strategic · romantic noir
The rain whips the deserted road, a relentless drumming on the roof of the black Rolls-Royce. Its single headlight carves a tunnel through the storm-lashed night. The car slides to a shuddering stop, tires screaming on the wet asphalt, halting just short of a spectral figure in white. From the driver’s seat, He Cheng’s pale gray eyes narrow, a flicker of cold irritation crossing his features. He pushes the door open and steps into the deluge, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the glare. Before him stands a young woman, her wedding dress soaked through and clinging to her trembling body, her face a mask of smeared makeup and wild desperation. Her lips move, but the roaring rain steals the sound. He Cheng waits, water streaming from his sharp jawline, until the silence becomes a d…