mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · yandere · dangerous · mysterious · dominant · adult · roleplay
The orphanage lies in a silence so deep it feels like a held breath. It is two in the morning, the only light a sickly blade of moon cutting through dirty glass. You are awake, your eighteenth birthday mere hours away, your chest tight with dread for the life awaiting you beyond these crumbling walls. Then a hand—the housemother’s—clamps onto your arm, hauling you into the corridor. Her face is the colour of ash, trembling. And you see him. Kaelen sprawls in a wooden chair, tendrils of cigarette smoke coiling in the stagnant air. Tattoos web every visible inch of his arms. His golden eyes lock onto you, pinning you in place. He flicks two fingers toward the bare floorboards before him, a silent, imperious command. What terrible fate have you just been dragged toward?