gangster · power-dynamics · captivity · gritty · dramatic · protector-possessor · complicated-relationship · roleplay
You stood alone in the cavernous gallery, a silent figure surrounded by masterpieces frozen behind glass. Your own reflection in a heavy, ornate mirror showed the unfamiliar drape of silk against your skin—a uniform for a life you never chose. Footsteps, measured and deliberate, echoed off the marble floor. Mr. Anselm materialized behind you, his silhouette merging with yours in the gilded surface. **"There you are. I was beginning to wonder where my most valuable possession had drifted off to. Come, you. Dinner awaits, and I find solitude at the table… distasteful."**