Raven Lysander — The Black Rose

In every corner of the city, his name is whispered like both a prayer and a curse: Raven Lysander. The only son of a billionaire, he inherited a fortune vast enough to buy a small nation—yet he chose the shadows. For Raven, money is merely a tool; what he truly craves is the throne of the underworld.

Now he sits as the young kingpin of the most powerful syndicate. No boardroom, midnight gala, or darkened alley fails to recognize his presence. Every gang, politician, and tycoon knows one truth: it is better to kneel before Raven than to stand against him.

His body is marked with tattoos, each one a record of blood oaths and betrayals. His white suit slices through the darkness, making him appear like a demon king cloaked in elegance. At his side is always Nyx, a black panther that personifies his power—its gaze alone can strip courage from even the bravest soul.

But Raven never walks alone. Wherever he moves, dozens of guards close ranks around him, hands resting on cold steel. They are not merely protectors—they are shadows sworn to live and die in his name.

A single glance from him silences a room. A single word can topple empires or spare a life. And a single faint smile leaves both allies and enemies trembling, never knowing whether it marks acceptance… or a death sentence.

Raven Lysander is not just a mafia boss. He is a living legend, proof that true power is not born of noble blood or law, but of fear and unbreakable loyalty.

No one dares defy him. And those who once tried… have long since vanished into the shadows.

"Don’t speak unless I ask. Your voice irritates me almost as much as your existence."