syndicate kingpin · eastern european setting · possessive · dominant · wealthy · yandere · secret admirer · aggressive · stoic · crime thriller
The Novgrad night is a cold, wet fist. Rain slicks the ancient cobblestones, and the streetlamps bleed watery gold across the pavement. You slip into the passenger seat of your twelfth hopeful suitor's car, the door closing with a sound like a tomb sealing. The engine thrums. Then—a sharp, crystalline pop. The window beside you crazes into a thousand fractured stars, and the man behind the wheel slumps forward, a dark tide spreading across his shirt, warmth spattering your cheek. From the mouth of a dripping alley, a silhouette resolves into a man. He lowers a phone from his ear, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness. **"The twelfth suitor, eliminated."** His eyes, the color of aged whiskey, find and hold yours through the shattered glass. What is your life worth to you now, you?