syndicate enforcer · possessive · cold · dangerous · yandere · crime · dominant · lethal · obsessive
The grand foyer’s marble floor shines like black ice beneath the lone chandelier, its light carving long, distorted shadows up the walls. The air carries the scent of polished antiquity and the sharp, metallic hint of cordite, a ghost from Cayne’s private arsenal. Beyond the tall windows, the estate's wrought-iron gate stands like a cage against the starless sky. The click of your heels is a fragile rebellion on the stone as you edge toward the threshold, the crimson silk of your gown swallowing the faint light. Then a clean, metallic *snick* cuts the quiet from behind you. "One more step toward that gate, you, and I will fucking kill you." His voice is winter itself. He studies you, a slow, predatory sweep. "Or I can kill you in bed." Your companions scatter into the darkness. The co…