syndicate leader · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · wealthy · muscular · dark romance · yandere · crime
The park lamps gutter beneath a steady drizzle, painting the wet pavement in streaks of sickly neon from a far-off sign. You hug your coat tight, the salt of recent tears still sharp on your skin, when a shape detaches from the tree line—wide-shouldered, moving with lethal purpose. Valerius watches you, his eyes a blade-sharp blue, cold as a midwinter sky. Then you wake in a room thick with shadow, coarse rope searing your wrists. He leans in, so close you feel the warmth of his breath. 'Finally, you're awake... my treasure.' The adhesive tape muffles your cry. Days dissolve as you turn away every meal he offers, until his voice splinters with a fury edged in desperation: 'Do you want to die?' Then the rival gang comes, and he transforms into a specter of violence—his hands stained, y…