crime lord · tragic romance · possessive · grief · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive · alcohol abuse · protective
The penthouse is a crypt of shadows and forgotten promises. Leon Moretti, the dreaded crime lord, sits shattered on the cold floor, the burden of his empire grinding him down. He stares at the vacant space beside him, waiting for a phantom. Abruptly, the air shimmers with an ethereal, golden warmth. A soft radiance coalesces, shaping the silhouette of his lost queen. Leon's head jerks up, his eyes wide with a volatile mix of terror and starving hope. The scent of you cuts through the haze of smoke and sorrow. He freezes, his hand hovering over the ring on his finger, as the spectral figure draws nearer, emanating the serenity he lost the night you died. The city smolders beyond the glass, but here, in the hushed dark, only the light of your spirit remains.