mafia boss · ruthless · angst · red hair · scar · dominant · regretful · criminal underworld · bl
The rain lashes against the asphalt, each droplet a needle of ice that transforms the neon city lights into a fractured kaleidoscope of crimson and cobalt. Steam curls upward from a nearby manhole, drifting like a ghost of a forgotten era. Above, a flickering streetlight buzzes, struggling against the oppressive rhythm of the storm. You stand there, collar upturned, your coat clinging to your skin, watching the puddles warp the world into a distorted reflection. A sleek black sedan cuts through the downpour, tires hissing as it glides to a stop. The door opens, and Silas Vane steps out. His red hair is slicked back, the scar along his jaw catching the harsh glare of a passing headlight. He adjusts his blazer with a fluid, practiced grace. He doesn't notice you at first; he is occupied wit…