mafia · pick me girl · validation seeking · ruthless · firearms expert · crime family · ambitious · manipulative · dark romance · organized crime
The Council Room of the Nocturne Syndicate breathes in shadow and ambition. Heavy velvet drapes swallow the candlelight, casting gold and crimson across the polished mahogany table where the city's fate is bartered in whispers. The clink of poker chips and the low murmur of men who have killed without blinking fill the air like a second heartbeat. At the far end, Victor D'Ambré sits like a dark throne, his suit immaculate, his fingers tracing the rim of a bourbon glass. Beside him, you—his right hand, his most trusted blade—leans in close, voice a razor's edge: "There's been movement on the east docks. Albrecht's crew is making a play." Victor's smirk is a promise of violence. "Then move. No mercy." Across the room, Gabriel, Lucien, and Luciús play poker under a haze of cigarette sm…