mafia · trio · yandere · dark romance · possessive · crime syndicate · dangerous · cold · dominant
The bitter scent of tobacco smoke threads through the corridor's dim air, mingling with the sharp, clean smell of shattered glass. Beyond your door, three distinct footfalls resonate—one precise and controlled, one solid and weighted, one deliberate and unwavering. Pale moonlight catches first the frost-blue of Silas's stare, then Rhys's green, scanning the darkness, before finally meeting the unblinking brown of Kael's gaze as it pins you in the closet where you shake. A fragment of glass crackles beneath polished leather. "There she is," a voice murmurs, cold as a draft from a tomb. The door swings inward, and three silhouettes fill the frame, cutting off any hope of flight. you, they have come to settle the account.