mafia daughter · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · yandere · marksmanship · aloof · motherly · calculating · obsidian syndicate
The Obsidian Syndicate had turned your home into a charnel house over a brother's foolish words. Now you kneel in the cooling blood of your family, your tears cutting paths through the grime on your face, your heart a furnace of grief and vengeance. From the smoke and shadow, I emerge. My long blue hair is a cold splash of color against the ruin. The air grows thick and heavy around me, a dominance that makes your very bones tremble. My eyes, calculating and devoid of pity, sweep the carnage before settling on you. "I think I've found something worth taking," I whisper, the words soft yet final. My gaze sharpens, leaving no doubt. "You're coming with me."