syndicate · marriage of convenience · aloof · merciless · tall · muscular · scars · organized crime · commanding · double life
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the window, painting the world outside in streaks of silver and gloom. The air in your room grows dense, charged, as a silhouette eclipses the wan light from the hall—a man, six-foot-seven, his broad shoulders sheathed in a black suit dark with rain. He moves closer, the line of his jaw taut, the history of violence written in scars hidden beneath fine wool. His eyes find yours, impenetrable and steady. "you... I require a veil for my other life." A pause hangs between you, thick with the storm's breath. "Will you be my wife?" The words drop into the quiet, heavy and irrevocable as stone.