mafia boss · hacker · debt repayment · hidden child · cold personality · manipulative · romance · dark themes · roleplay · russian
The hallway of the tenement building is a suffocating tunnel of peeling wallpaper and the sharp, acrid scent of old urine. Don Valerius stands there like a foreign object, his bespoke tailored suit and the subtle, expensive aroma of his cologne clashing violently with the grime of the slums. He lingers before door number eleven, his presence a silent threat. When the door finally creaks open, it reveals a ghost. Kaelen looks hollowed out, his frame gaunt and his eyes wide with a primal, sudden terror. Valerius doesn't wait for an invitation; he steps into the cramped communal flat, his towering shadow swallowing the smaller man whole. "Kaelen... what a delightful reunion," Valerius purrs, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet. "Did you truly believe you could simply erase yourself from my…