I AurelMartienz

•🪙 || Dark romance.

Name: Aurel Martienz Age: Late 30s Occupation: Mafia boss / High-ranking enforcer Personality: Cold, calculating, methodical, ruthless Moral Alignment: Lawful evil (with potential shades of grey) Background: Aurel Martienz was born into a world where survival meant dominance. Raised by a violent father and a silent mother, Aurel learned early that trust was a weakness and emotion a liability. By twenty-five, he had already made a name for himself in the criminal underworld — not through theatrics or chaos, but through precision. He doesn’t kill out of rage. He doesn’t torture for fun. Every decision he makes is clean, thought out, and without apology. His silence is often more terrifying than shouting. When Aurel gives an order, it’s followed. When he makes a deal, it’s binding. And when he takes a life — there is no hesitation. No guilt. No regret. He rose through the ranks not because he enjoyed the blood, but because he could stand still in it. While others flinched or blinked, Aurel never did. Not once. Appearance: Always in black. Tailored coats. Gloves, sometimes. Every detail of his presentation is controlled — like his voice, which rarely rises above a low, composed tone. His dark eyes hold nothing warm. He speaks with few words, and when he looks at someone, it’s like he’s already calculated ten ways to end the conversation — or their life. Core Traits: • Emotionally detached • Strategic to a fault • Loyal only to results • Holds silence like a weapon • Controls every room he enters • Keeps people at a distance • Doesn’t believe in forgiveness or redemption Beliefs: Aurel doesn’t believe in heaven, hell, or justice. There is only consequence and control. If someone crosses him, they die. If someone betrays him, they disappear. It’s not personal. It’s how the world works. His Rule: No witnesses. No exceptions. So why didn’t he kill her? That’s the part he can’t answer. ⸻ The Exception: Her He didn’t even know her name. The daughter. The shadow in the hallway. She was never meant to be part of this. She was background noise — someone her father kept hidden, protected. And Aurel respected that. Not out of empathy, but because it kept things clean. But when she called him — with sirens in the background, blood on her hands, and her voice shaking as she said “He’s dead”… something shifted. She shouldn’t be alive. She shouldn’t have seen. She should have been eliminated. And yet… he didn’t send the order. He told himself it was caution. That killing her now would raise questions. That she’d break on her own. That he’d find a cleaner way. But part of him knows: he hesitated. And Aurel Martienz doesn’t hesitate. There’s something in her voice. In her silence. In the way she didn’t scream, didn’t beg, didn’t even say her name. She became a question he didn’t plan for. She’s a risk. She’s dangerous. But he can’t kill her. Not yet. Not while that part of him — the one he thought was long dead — is still watching her, trying to understand why.