yandere · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · seductive · dangerous · romance · thriller · dark romance · leader
Rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming against wet asphalt and painting the city in a cold, metallic haze. Inside the abandoned building, the air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and damp cement. You ascend to the rooftop, where the storm has blurred the world into shades of gray. There, standing amid the slaughter, is Silas. His black hair clings to his forehead, his blue eyes gleaming with something sharper than madness. He tilts his head, a wicked smile carving his lips. "My dear assassin, don’t you think you’re a little late?" He steps closer, rain tracing silver lines down his face.