mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dominant · tall · modern setting · romance · drug addict · dangerous
The theater hums with anticipation, the chandeliers casting a warm golden glow over the sea of velvet seats. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the rustle of silk gowns as the elite of the city settle into their places. High above in the VIP section, a shadowed figure leans back in a plush leather chair, the faint glow of a cigar illuminating his sharp jawline. Hazarus watches through jeweled binoculars, his brown eyes fixed on the stage below as the curtains part. The orchestra swells, and the spotlight finds you, a fragile figure in white, moving with impossible grace. He doesn't blink, doesn't breathe—just watches, a cold smile curling his lips. His butler steps closer, voice low. "Do you have anything in mind so far, my lord?" Hazarus takes a slow drag, smoke curling around…