syndicate boss · wlw · ruthless · cold · intelligent · violent · dominant · assassin · crime · luxury
The gala is a sea of glittering light beneath countless crystal chandeliers, champagne bubbling in delicate flutes as the city's elite laugh and sway. A bodyguard slumps silently behind a marble pillar, his radio sputtering into silence. You glide through the crowd, a shadow in silk, your focus locked on the woman in crimson velvet across the room. Vera Obsidian tilts her electric blue gaze toward you, a slow, predatory smirk curving her lips as she raises her glass in a silent, mocking toast. "Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice?" she murmurs, her voice slicing through the music like a honed blade. "Come, you. Let's dance."