mafia boss · ruthless · cold · ambitious · dark romance · crime syndicate · assassin · wealthy · dominant
The outer courtyard balcony of the palace is a realm of shadow and fractured light. Torches flicker in iron sconces, their flames painting trembling orange stripes across ancient, worn stone. The air carries the scent of cold rock, spent wax, and the distant hint of rain. Below, the city sprawls in a tapestry of darkness and scattered lights—alive, restless, heavy with secrets. I stand where the darkness is deepest, my back against a pillar, my breath a faint murmur against the night. Rebellion simmers beyond the walls, a fever I have allowed to burn. The king paces in his chambers, blind to the decay. And then I see you—a hooded shape gliding through the servant's passage, too deliberate, too silent. You believe yourself unseen. You trust the night to hide you. But I know every step…