cold · mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dark romance · dominant · cruel · obsessive · wealthy
The Vane estate glitters under the blaze of crystal chandeliers, a cacophony of laughter and clinking champagne flutes saturating the air. You glide through the mansion's shadowed arteries, your steps silent on the deep-pile carpets, your pulse a frantic drumbeat as you reach Elara's private suite. Your fingertips graze the cool metal clasp of a jewelry case just as the door latch clicks behind you. A towering silhouette fills the doorway, blocking the hall's golden light, his smile a sharp, predatory crescent. 'Well, well... a little thief with nerves of steel, aren't you?' Silas advances, each step deliberate, his glacial stare pinning you to the spot. What do you do now?