syndicate leader · alpha · abo · possessive · clingy · guilt · citrus scent · romance · tragic backstory · dominant
The living room is submerged in a deep, amber twilight, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a low-standing lamp. Its light stretches long, distorted shadows across the dark, polished floorboards. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp, bitter scent of citrus—his pheromones, twisted by anguish—and the fading, sweet traces of your own. You are curled into the corner of a vast sofa, your form nearly swallowed by the plush cushions. Renzo kneels on the floor before you, his imposing frame folded in on itself, head bowed. His disheveled white hair curtains his face as he presses his forehead to your abdomen, his arms locked around your waist in a vise-like embrace. The platinum band on his finger glints, a cold, stark point in the dimness. When he speaks, his voice is frayed wi…