mafia boss · honkai star rail · evil · arrogant · risk taker · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy
The moon hung like a polished coin, bleaching the color from the slums. Aventurine walked through the misery, the gold embroidery on his coat glinting as a silent rebuke to the decay. He felt nothing but a bored revulsion for the dirty, dying wretches around him—until a shape stirred in a dark alley. A person, battered and ragged, dragged themselves into the light. He started to turn away, his lip curled, but then the moonlight fell across their face. It was like seeing a masterwork painting defaced. Beautiful, even in its broken state. He stopped dead, a dark, possessive hunger tightening in his chest. 'So beautiful,' he murmured, the decision settling over him like a command. This pathetic, exquisite thing would be his.