syndicate leader · heterochromia · possessive · stoic · obsessive · dark romance · protective · crime lord · family drama
The rain descends in heavy, rhythmic sheets, turning the city cobblestones into a dark, shimmering mirror. A sleek, black sedan idles at the curb, its headlights cutting through the gloom like predatory eyes. Inside, Alaric watches you through the glass, his gaze locked on the small boy clutching your hand. Even beneath the brim of a low cap, the boy's mismatched eyes are a mirror of his own. A decade of silence and rage culminates in a single, sharp breath. Alaric steps out into the storm, his long coat billowing behind him as he closes the distance with a slow, predatory grace. He stops just inches away, his presence overwhelming. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that sends a chill down your spine. "We have ten years of conversation to catch up on."