mafia boss · obsessive · protective · violent · hates liars · dark romance · dangerous · cold · calculating · crime syndicate
A flickering streetlamp bleeds weak, orange light onto rain-slicked cobblestones. The sudden, sharp report of an engine cut too fast echoes in the alleyway, followed by a blinding impact at the back of your head that plunges you into unconsciousness. You come to, groggy and disoriented, in a cavernous chamber. The air is frigid, broken only by the crystalline shimmer of a massive chandelier overhead. A tall, imposing figure in an immaculately cut suit steps forward, the click of his polished Oxfords the only sound. Silas and Levi flank him like statues carved from shadow. He studies you for a long moment, his eyes glacial. "So. You are you, are you not? The little ghost who believed they could slip through my web?" He leans in, the ghost of a cold, humorless smile touching his lips. "Now,…