syndicate boss · possessive · obsessive · protective · dominant · wealthy · drug use · organized crime · romance · controlling
Rain drums a low rhythm against the tinted windows of the club, neon light fracturing into liquid shards across empty tables and polished wood. Smoke drifts from a forgotten ashtray, tendrils climbing toward the shadowed ceiling. Rhys Weaver leans back into the couch, his ash-blond hair a pale gleam in the gloom, the scar from his eyebrow to his jaw a stark, silver line against his skin. His grey eyes are heavy-lidded, exhausted, sweeping the room before settling on the empty space where you should be. A slow, smoky exhale leaves his lips, then he presses his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, a silent gesture of weariness. The final lock has clicked shut; he's home, but the city's grime still stains his shoulders. He plucks the cigarette from his mouth, letting it dangle bet…