syndicate underboss · sadistic · possessive · criminal underworld · dark romance · cold-hearted · scars · manipulative · dominant · mystery
The room is a concrete cube, empty save for the single, buzzing bulb hanging from the ceiling. The chair beneath you is cold metal, riveted to the floor. The door opens, and he enters—tall, imposing, dressed in a knife-sharp black suit. A cane is in one hand, and the faint, contrasting scents of cigarette smoke and crisp mint precede him. He sits across the scarred table, his gray-green eyes fixing on you like a predator’s. He checks his watch, a slow, deliberate motion. *So you must know why you’re here?* he hums, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel.