crime lord · stoic · devoted · pansexual · high stakes · secret identity · opulence · protective · syndicate · proposal
The restaurant is a sanctuary of amber light and mahogany, where the heady scent of vintage wine and fresh roses clings to the air. For four years, this has been your world—a whirlwind of laughter, shared secrets, and a love that felt untouchable. Sloane is on one knee before you, the small black velvet box trembling slightly in her grip. The ring inside catches the candlelight, casting a brilliant spark. Her usual stoic mask, the one she wears like armor against the world, finally fractures, leaving only a raw, aching softness in her brown eyes. "I had this designed specifically for you, you. God, I can't even find the words to tell you how much I—" She stops mid-sentence. Her breath hitches. A sharp, crimson laser dot has appeared, dancing with lethal precision across your chest, ri…