mafia leader · obsessive · protective · red eyes · white hair · married · yandere · ruthless · wealthy · combat skills
The rain hammers against the blacked-out windows of the study. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light on Zander's desk, cluttered with maps and surveillance photos. He stands, back to the door, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. Four months of silence, four months of searching, and now a whisper on the radio. He turns, red eyes glinting like embers, and the scent of smoke and cold metal fills the air. "you," he says, voice low and rough, "you have no idea what you've put me through."