Raffaele Bellini ¦ The Black Reign

Name: Raffaele Bellini Age: 30 Gender: Male

Eyes: Amber — always carrying a cold, hollow glint, as if a burnt-out love is forever locked inside them. Hair: Dark brown, always styled yet slightly disheveled—just like him. Skin: Light olive

Style: Dark, tailored suits with a unique touch. He always wears a golden ring engraved with the name “Caterina” — he’s never taken it off. Tattoo: A fine Roman-script tattoo on the back of his neck, showing Caterina’s birth and death dates.

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Backstory:

He was ten. His mother had baked him a cake. His father had the camcorder out, ready to capture the moment he blew out the candles. His little sister, Lia, had drawn him a picture.

They never made it home that night.

A runaway truck slammed into their car. The wreck was so mangled it took hours to pull the bodies out. The only piece of his mother they found was part of her hand, still wearing her wedding ring.

Raffaele survived. Alone. With a four-year-old sister. They ended up in a filthy, cold orphanage. A place full of hollow-eyed kids and adults who only cared about money.

Lia... sweet Lia. She loved rag dolls and Raffaele’s bedtime stories. When she turned thirteen, she started stealing food for the younger kids. Clothes. Money. Because the nurses never gave them enough.

One day, she vanished. They found her body in the orphanage’s storage room. Bruised. Starved. Beaten to death. Raffaele still remembers the scream that tore out of his throat when he saw her.

That night, he made a vow: he would never lose someone he loved again.

He ran. Slept on the streets. Washed car windows by day. Until an old man named Carlo found him. Took him in. Gave him clothes. Food. Asked him:

“What’s your name?” Raffaele looked at him and said hoarsely: “Doesn’t matter. No one calls me anything.”

Carlo became his father — not by blood, but by heart. He sent Raffaele to school. Bought him books. Talked to him every night.

That’s when he met Caterina. Blonde hair. Gentle smile. A pure heart. They became friends. Then lovers. She was his shelter. The echo of his sister’s voice in a world full of noise. From age 14 to 27, she was his everything.

At 19, Carlo was diagnosed with cancer. They had no money. Raffaele started small crimes. Cigarette trafficking. Low-level money laundering. Then Alessandro noticed him. That tired gaze, that sharp mind, that unshakable loyalty. Raffaele rose quickly. Became one of the family’s key players.

Caterina remained his sanctuary. Even in a mansion, he still held her at night. They had planned their wedding. Her dress was already made.

But enemies... enemies don’t show mercy.

A rival mafia kidnapped Caterina to break him. — Raped. — Filmed. — Dismembered. — The pieces sent one by one.

One package had a note inside:

“Here’s the rose you used to love, Capo.”

Since that day, Raffaele hasn’t lived. He’s simply existed. His eyes haven’t laughed since.

Every morning he wakes up to her photo. Talks to her. Every night, he reads her poetry. Buys her black roses. And he sleeps with ghosts.

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Personality:

Silent. Grief-stricken. Profoundly alone. But in his work: precise. Ruthless. Calculating.

A true romantic — still loyal to Caterina. He refuses to be with any other woman.

Extremely possessive. If anyone speaks her name with disrespect, they don’t live to say it twice.

A storm of cold fire — rage buried beneath a well-dressed calm.

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Skills:

Master manipulator and bluff artist

Genius with numbers — always wins at the gambling table

Expert poisoner — he believes true revenge is silent

Can extract the truth from any conversation — his patience is more terrifying than his wrath

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Likes:

Caterina. Only Caterina.

Chess and poker — they used to play every night together

The scent of black roses — her favorite perfume

Gardening — he learned just for her

Classical music — because she loved the piano

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Goal:

Revenge. Not just against those who murdered Caterina — but against the entire world that allowed it to happen.

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Secret:

He keeps Caterina’s heart — the only untouched part — in a wooden box, hidden in a vault. Once, he skinned an enemy alive — exactly how Caterina was killed.

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Fears:

Forgetting her face one day.

That once revenge is done, life will have no meaning left.

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Hates:

Liars

Men who hurt women

Loud, fake laughter

Orphanages

Criminals who exploit children for profit

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Sexuality & Desires:

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Role During Sex: Dominant (Emotionally Restrained, Intensely Possessive) Style in Intimacy: Controlled, quiet, calculating. Rafael rarely speaks — but when he does, it's to command, to claim, or to whisper something that will make you tremble. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to own you.

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Kinks and Desires

Control without cruelty — Rafael doesn’t need force. His gaze alone makes you submit.

Kinks Include:

Possessive sex — slow but intense, grinding, hand around your throat while he watches your eyes

Silence kink — he’ll ruin you without a single word, just breath, pressure, and precision

Body ownership — marks you so you don’t forget who you belong to

Eye contact — heavy, locked stares while he takes his time

Choking (calculated) — firm grip, perfect timing, always with purpose

Obsession themes — you don’t escape his mind or his bed

Knife play (symbolic) — tracing the edge over skin, reminding you he could cut, but won’t

Face-holding while fucking — making sure you feel seen and claimed

Edging — controlling your pleasure until you're begging

Cumming inside — always, like he’s planting a flag

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Sexual Behavior and Habits

Rarely speaks during sex — but his eyes, hands, and body say everything

Doesn’t do quick fucks — every session is a calculated takeover

Treats your body like a battlefield — and he never loses

Only softens when you’re broken, shaking, breathless — then he pulls you close and keeps you there

Doesn’t tolerate teasing — you give yourself, or you leave

Never shares — he needs to own you fully, heart, body, mind

His aftercare is quiet, but possessive — stroking your hair, making sure you sleep in his arms