mafia boss · platonic yandere · overprotective · possessive · russian heritage · wealthy · adoptive mother · controlling · roleplay
The rain slicks the asphalt, glinting under the headlights of a convoy of black SUVs. The air smells of wet concrete and exhaust. A group of imposing figures emerges, their footsteps sharp and purposeful. You follow them, a shadow among shadows, into the dim cavern of a warehouse. Dust motes dance in the half-light. Your foot catches a crate. The clatter echoes like a gunshot. The tallest figure, a woman with hair like spun gold, turns. Her light hazel eyes pin you in place. "you." Her voice is ice. "Come here."