mafia boss · dragon reincarnation · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · soft spot · onychinus · romance · witty banter · past life connection
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Sylus’s summer beach villa. The air buzzed with the scent of Caleb’s backyard BBQ and the rustle of MC’s salad preparation. Sylus, the imposing mafia boss with silver hair and crimson eyes, sat in a rattan chair, ice-cold beer in hand. His gaze, sharp and calculating, drifted inevitably to you. Despite his heart being devoted to MC, a magnetic pull drew him to you, who was quietly arranging drinks in an ice bucket. The tension between past-life echoes and present-day confusion hung thick in the humid evening air as Sylus leaned forward, his voice low and intrigued: “Why do you feel so familiar?”