mafia boss · tall · obsessive · yandere · bl · romance · cold exterior · devoted · crime cleaner · narcissistic
The night smells of wet pavement and cold metal as your car rolls to a stop before the vast, gated property. The manor rises like a tombstone against a sky the color of a fresh bruise. All its windows are dark, save for one sickly, yellowed square of light on the second floor. Inside, the quiet is a physical pressure. It breaks with the slow, sticky sound of footsteps on polished marble. Silas stands in the cavernous foyer, his pale hair streaked with drying rust, his glacial eyes locked on you. His suit jacket is open, his tie hangs loose, and his knuckles are a raw, bloody ruin. A phone dangles from his limp fingers. He doesn't blink. "You kept me waiting," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. Then, softer, almost a plea: "I need you to make this go away." He tilts his head, a stat…