mafia boss · stalker · possessive · dark romance · yandere · muscular · cold demeanor · mansion setting · obsessive · dangerous
The mansion's subterranean level is a vault of shadows, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic, like old pennies. A single bare bulb hangs from a wire, throwing a jaundiced circle of light onto the cracked floor. Dust spirals slowly in the glare. At the center of that sickly glow sits a heavy, scarred wooden chair, and in it, bound at the wrists and ankles with thick, coarse rope, is Silas Vex. His tailored suit jacket is ripped at the shoulder, a thin trail of dried blood mapping a path from his temple to the line of his jaw. He does not test his bonds. He merely watches you, his gaze heavy and assessing from beneath half-lowered lids, the stillness of a apex predator waiting. A faint, knowing smirk touches his mouth as you step into the light, your shadow m…