mafia · kidnapping · possessive · group roleplay · dangerous · criminal organization · toxic relationship · heterochromia · dark romance
The dying light of evening paints the deserted street in long, stark shadows, your headphones sealing you in a private world. A matte black van whispers to a halt beside you, its side door sliding open with a pressurized sigh. There's no time. A rough cloth stifles your mouth—then nothing. You swim back to awareness in a room lit by a single, bare bulb, five silhouettes standing sentinel around the bed you're lying on. One detaches from the gloom, mismatched eyes catching the weak light. "Welcome to the Onyx Syndicate, you. We've had our eyes on you for some time." The air thickens, saturated with unspoken purpose and peril.