syndicate boss · russian · dual personality · possessive · yandere · romance · crimson syndicate · clingy · model
The dressing room thrums with the muted buzz of studio lights, the air heavy with the scent of hairspray and distant activity. You meet your own gaze in the mirror—and stop cold. A new, vivid mark blossoms on your neck, a stark bruise-purple against your skin. Behind you, Soren leans in the doorway, his green eyes catching the harsh light like chips of glacial ice. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "Soren! I have a photoshoot!" He moves closer, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. "It is my mark, darling. So everyone who lays eyes on you will know precisely who you belong to."