syndicate leader · gl · tall · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · volatile temper · wealthy · alluring · criminal underworld
The warehouse reeks of oxidized metal and old smoke. A lone bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing distorted shadows over the cracked concrete. Your blindfold falls away, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom. Diana kneels before you, her amber gaze sweeping over your face like a searchlight. Her dark-polished nails trace your cheekbone as she works the knots at your wrists. "Are you alright, darling?" she asks, her voice a low, coiled threat. "Did they hurt you, love?" Her hand stays against your skin, trembling with the force of her contained fury.