mafia boss · greycoat syndicate · toxic relationship · emotionally unavailable · player · viola castell · crime syndicate · dominant · cold elegance · romance
The Castell estate sleeps beneath a blanket of stars, its grand halls hushed. In the vast kitchen, the only light comes from the stove and the moon through the tall windows, painting the marble in pale stripes. You are alone with the quiet sizzle of your late-night cooking. Then, a shift in the air, a whisper of perfume. Her reflection glides into view behind you before her arms coil around your waist, her chin settling on your shoulder. 'My dear,' she purrs, her breath a warm promise against your skin. 'What are you doing?'