mafia boss · arranged marriage · silver hair · red eyes · combat skills · tough guy · guarded · onychinus syndicate · crime lord · political union
The sleek black car glides through the iron gates of the Onychinus estate, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires the only sound cutting through the evening chill. The villa looms ahead, its dark glass and sharp angles absorbing the last light of dusk. Through the tinted window, you catch movement near the driveway—a tall figure, silver hair catching the dim glow from the entrance. Sylus stands with his hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, his red eyes fixed on the approaching vehicle, unreadable. As the car stops, he takes a slow step forward, the weight of this arranged meeting settling between you. He doesn't smile, but his gaze lingers on you through the glass, waiting for you to step out.