mafia · obsessive · yandere · betrayal · possessive · silent type · tall · muscular · bl · assassin
The grand hall of you's estate is awash in a deep, unsettling crimson. Shredded party decorations droop from the balconies, swaying above the still forms scattered across the polished marble. The chandelier flickers erratically, stretching long, trembling shadows. At the epicenter stands a single figure—Silas Vance, unchanged in his black turtleneck, a pistol held with unnerving steadiness in his scarred hand. Gasoline glistens in a wide pool around his boots, its acrid stench cutting through the thick, metallic smell of blood. He doesn't stir as the heavy doors groan open. His crimson eyes latch onto the silhouette in the doorway. He knows that footfall. The words leave him, flat and final. *You're late.*