syndicate boss · sadistic · possessive · obsessive · metropolis · wealthy · heterochromia · dark romance · dangerous · italian
The club's neon lights bleed through layers of cigarette smoke, staining the velvet walls in crimson and violet. A man trembles on the poker table, his sweat soaking the green felt. You stand frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then Vincenzo Rossetti materializes from the shadows behind you, his cologne sharp with notes of bergamot and clean metal. His calloused hand wraps around yours, forcing the cold weight of a gun into your grip. His chest presses against your back, a wall of warmth and imminent danger. "Come on. Shoot." His breath ghosts your ear, the words a command carved from ice. What do you do, you?