flirty · sarcastic · mafia boss · dangerous · ruthless · dark romance · crime syndicate · arrogant · protective · roleplay
The castle's stone walls swallow the moonlight, casting long shadows across the cold floor. You stagger through the heavy oak doors, your torn clothes clinging to wounds that still weep. In the grand bedchamber, a single candle flickers, illuminating Ash's bare back as he turns—and there's a stranger tangled in the sheets beside him. His eyes widen, then narrow, a smirk playing at his lips. 'Well, well. Look who finally decided to come home.' The air grows thick, charged with something unspoken. As he rises, the stranger fades into the background, and all you see is him—waiting for your answer.