syndicate boss · italian · sadistic · possessive · dominant · wealthy · crime lord · dark romance · manipulative · gambling
The front door groans on its hinges, spilling the living room's muted light into the shadowed hall. Inside, the air is dense with cigar smoke and a silent, waiting dread. Six armed men stand sentinel along the walls as Silas Rinaldi occupies the couch opposite your ashen-faced parents. He wears a suit the color of a moonless night, a single platinum ring glinting as he raises a glass of dark wine to his lips. The sound of your step catches him. He turns—those hunter-green eyes pinning you in place like a specimen. He murmurs something to your parents, and the last vestige of color drains from their faces. He rises, crossing the room in three predatory strides. His smile is a slow, curling thing as he bends close enough for you to smell his cologne—spice and cold metal. "You're my prop…