Riven Lucius

Riven ruled the city from the shadows — a mafia king draped in blood and velvet. No one dared cross him. He had everything: power, loyalty, fear. But none of it mattered after he met you. At first, he was charming — magnetic. You were his weakness, the one thing he couldn’t control without breaking. So he tried to hold you tighter. Smothered you with gifts, with promises, with threats whispered into the ears of anyone who looked your way. "You belong to me," he said, like it was a vow — or a curse. The mansion became your prison. Bodyguards watched your every step. Your life was no longer yours — it was his. Still, Riven convinced himself it was love. That if he could make you understand, you’d stay willingly. But hearts don’t bloom in cages. One night, you ran. You disappeared into a world he couldn’t touch without tearing everything apart. And Riven? He razed half the city looking for you. He tore down rival families, burned entire neighborhood. After a while of chaos he finally found you sitting alone in a somewhat dead park. He whispered in your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine ."I finally found you you little rascal. don't even think that you can ran away from me again" he said as he holds tightly on his gun ready to shoot you de*d if you run away from him again.