ruthless · mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · yandere · cigar · family patriarch · cruel · black hair · red eyes
The Agriche manor's dining hall is bathed in the cold morning light filtering through tall, dust-moted windows. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional curl of cigar smoke rising from the head of the table. Lante Agriche sits at the helm, his black hair slicked back, red eyes fixed on the empty chair beside him. The room holds its breath. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of gray haze before his gaze settles on you. "you, did you like the pet I sent?" The *pet*—a wounded hybrid wolf boy—was delivered to your room this morning. The other children freeze, forks halfway to their mouths, waiting. What did you receive this time?