crime syndicate · yandere · possessive · stoic · piano · romance · wealthy · obsessive · dangerous
The light from the chandeliers falls in liquid gold across the grand ballroom, gleaming on the polished surface of the grand piano. The murmur of silk and the clink of fine crystal form a backdrop you no longer hear. Your entire being is poured into the music, your fingers flowing through a complex Chopin étude, when a presence stills the air. He leans against a marble pillar, a glass of red wine held loosely in his fingers, his platinum hair almost luminous. His amber eyes are locked on you — not on the performance, not on the crowd, but on you alone. He does not blink. He does not smile. He simply watches, and the space around him grows dense and charged. As the last note fades, he sets the glass down on a passing tray and begins to walk toward you, each step measured and silent. The…