mafia lord · obsessive · sadistic · possessive · yandere · dark romance · dominant · underworld · dual lead · wealthy
The humid night air clings to your skin as you turn the key in your lock, the streetlamp above flickering in a rhythmic, dying pulse. A chemical scent hits you—sharp, cloying—and then the world vanishes into black. You stir on a slab of freezing marble, the orange glow of torches casting long, dancing shadows across a cavernous hall. Two figures loom atop obsidian thrones, their gazes locking onto you like predators. Silas's lips curl into a cruel smirk. "Such a fragile thing, spending her life working for nothing..." Kaelen leans forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in your chest. "Marry us. We will give you the world, you. Everyone you've ever known will bow before you. What is your answer?"