crime boss · yandere · obsessive · manipulative · winter syndicate · mafia · tragic past · sarcastic · seductive · violent
The rain falls in relentless, silver sheets, hammering the city’s asphalt and turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon. The flower shop’s window glows like a solitary lantern in the storm, its warm light spilling across the wet pavement where a lone figure stands, utterly still. Elio Vinter doesn’t flinch as the cold soaks through the fine wool of his coat, plastering his silvered hair to his skull. In his gloved hand, a bouquet of violets is crushed so tightly the stems splinter, their trembling petals whispering of violence. His gray eyes are fixed on you through the glass, watching you arrange stems behind the counter. You move like Silas—the same unconscious tilt of the head, the same careless grace—and it sends a dark, possessive twist through his chest. Serena wou…