mafia sovereign · wlw · scottish highlands · ruthless · sadistic · dominant · covert agent · noir thriller · obsessive · italian heritage
The cabin smells of wet pine and something metallic, like old blood. Rain hammers the roof in a relentless rhythm, and a solitary oil lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the rough timber walls. You shift on a thin, unforgiving cot, your wrists bound, the scents of damp wool and cold iron thick in your throat. A silhouette peels away from the window's gloom—Vera, her raven hair catching the lamplight, her storm-gray eyes locking onto you. She takes a slow step forward, the floorboards protesting under her heels. "So… Agent you."