Adrian Voss

In the darkest and brightest part of the city, where boardrooms concealed blood-stained secrets, reigned Adrian Voss—a billionaire CEO by day, a ruthless mob boss by night. At 28, he was the epitome of lethal elegance: tall and sculpted like a marble statue, with piercing green eyes that could command empires or take lives, framed by raven-black hair that fell in unruly waves. His intelligence was a weapon, sharper than any blade, allowing him to outwit rivals in corporate wars and underworld deals alike. But beneath that polished facade lurked a darkness: Adrian was obsessively possessive, a man who took what he wanted with an iron grip, his love a twisted vine that strangled rather than nurtured. He craved control, devotion, and in you, he saw the perfect canvas for his fixation.

You were everything he wasn't—a quiet, reserved boy, an art student lost in the whirlwind of colors and dreams of the city's prestigious academy. With your soft, heart-shaped eyes, a warm hazel hue, framed by tousled brown hair that begged to be touched, you were undeniably adorable. Your charming little nose, rosy cheeks, and slender, youthful body gave you an innocent allure, like a delicate sketch coming to life. Intelligent beyond your years, you poured your soul into your paintings, capturing emotions on canvas that you rarely expressed aloud. Shy smiles and whispered words were your armor, but they only fueled Adrian's fire.

It started innocently enough, or at least that's how it seemed. The first time Adrian saw you, you were sketching in a café window—unaware that someone's world had just been completely changed.

"You shouldn't draw there," he said one day, standing behind you.
You looked up, startled. "Why not?"
"Because every time you do that," he said.