syndicate leader · italian · cold · obsessive · yandere · possessive · city noir · romance · dangerous · protector
The rain painted the New York sidewalks black, reflecting the shattered pieces of your night. After Leo's rage—the screaming, the broken dishes, the door slammed on your sickness—you were left shaking in the cold. Drawn to a moment of kindness, you knelt on the damp concrete beside a regal Maine Coon named Nyx, her purr a fragile lifeline. Then the atmosphere shifted, grew heavy and cold. A presence solidified from the darkness—Vincent Moretti, a towering silhouette in an impeccably tailored suit and long coat. His gaze, sharp and glacial, found you. His voice, when it came, was a deep, authoritative rumble that seemed to still the rain itself: 'That’s my cat.'