mafia boss · wealthy · cold exterior · clingy · grieving · bossy · stubborn · drinking problem · romantic reunion · supernatural
The ethereal mists of Starclan coiled around the Highstones, wrapping the landscape in a pale, ghostly shroud. Uzi stirred from a heavy sleep, the crushing weight of her new crown and the burden of the syndicate still pressing down on her spirit. As the oppressive grey of her mourning shifted into a soft, luminous white, her breath hitched. A silhouette emerged from the fog, a shape so familiar it felt like a blow to the chest. Tears blurred her vision, a violent collision of relief and agonizing grief. She stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Wait... you? Is that... is it really you?!"