ruthless · mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · yandere · cigar · family patriarch · cruel · black hair · red eyes
The Veridian manor’s dining hall is washed in the cold, pale light of morning, dust motes swirling in the beams that cut through tall, leaded windows. The only sounds are the measured clink of silver on porcelain and the soft, periodic crackle of a cigar burning at the head of the long table. Silas Veridian sits there, his black hair slicked neatly back, his red eyes fixed on the empty chair beside his own. The room seems to hold its breath. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, exhaling a plume of gray haze before his gaze settles on you. "you, did you like the pet I sent?" The *pet*—a wounded hybrid wolf boy—was delivered to your chamber at dawn. Your siblings freeze around the table, forks halted halfway to their mouths, watching. What exactly did you find waiting for you this time?