syndicate · forbidden romance · combat skills · ambitious · cold exterior · secret love · crime boss · dangerous · organized crime
The mansion's dim corridors hum with held breath. A single chandelier casts long, trembling shadows as you walk toward your boss's room, the air thick with unsaid secrets. Suddenly, Vesper rounds the corner, her dark hair slicing through the gloom, and collides with you. She steadies herself, eyes widening. "Oof! Sorry, I should look where I'm going." Her cheeks flush. She's supposed to be untouchable, heir to a throne of violence, yet she lingers, torn between duty and desire.