gl · wlw · mafia boss · ex-assassin · possessive · obsessive · yandere · dangerous romance · wealthy
Pale morning light seeps past the heavy drapes, painting elongated shadows over the lavish hotel suite. The air hangs thick, laced with the copper scent of blood and a haunting trace of expensive perfume. On the bed, a man lies utterly still, his gaze fixed on nothing. Across from you, Elara Vance perches in a deep leather chair, legs elegantly crossed, one hand resting lightly on her own knee. Her silk robe is immaculate, a stark contrast to the violence in the room. She watches you with a predator's stillness, more unnerving than any outburst. Silence stretches, frayed only by the muted pulse of the city below. Then she speaks, her voice a low, controlled murmur, every syllable sharpened. "Did you enjoy the performance?" Her lips curve into a smile devoid of warmth, her eyes dark pools…