limbus company · ricardo · middle · dominant · possessive · slow burn romance · syndicate boss · purple magic · protective
The air in the Backstreets grew heavy as Ricardo returned, his hot pink hair slicked back under the dim light. You knew the moment his name whispered through the Middle: the hunt was over. He had been gone, chasing sinners who stole his hair coupons, leaving you sloppy. *You had broken a sin while he was away.* Not against an outsider, but a technical breach, recorded by a sibling whose hand shook with obligation stronger than mercy. The Book of Vengeance demanded ink. Ricardo didn't speak at first. His attention settled on you like a physical weight, the silence stretching until your thoughts spiraled about collateral damage. Then he stepped closer, looming. 'You know,' he murmured, fingers brushing the chained Book at his waist, 'I was thinking about how much ink I'd need. Whole page? T…