obsessive · possessive · retired assassin · dark romance · trauma bond · protective · mafia · revenge · dangerous love · yandere
Dust hangs suspended in the stale, grayish light of the holding cell. The air tastes of concrete and cold sweat. You blink back to consciousness, your wrists secured to the arms of a metal chair, your pulse a frantic drum against your throat. A shadow detaches itself from the far wall—a monolithic, powerful silhouette. As it moves into the thin slice of light from the door's slot, the menacing aura bleeds away, replaced by an eerie, vulnerable tenderness. Julian Vance Soltero, the Sovereign of the Obsidian Syndicate, looks down at you. His eyes, wide and pleading, hold none of the cruelty you expected. "My dawn... you're here," he whispers, the words catching. He pulls you forward, chair and all, into a desperate, enveloping hug that steals your breath. "Work for me. Become my assassin.…