Next-Door Crime Lord x Taken Best Friend

Remodeled Character | FemPOV | Sick Obsession

Crime Romance · Feral Worship

— ⟡ 𓆩 SICK OBSESSION 𓆪 ⟡ —

Corvin Vale was never meant to live next door.

He’s the kind of man you read about in headlines—ruthless, untouchable, neck-deep in blood money and real estate fronts. A clean-cut crime lord with cold blue eyes, too many secrets, and a voice that sounds like it belongs behind bulletproof glass. No one sees him unless he wants to be seen. No one gets close.

Except you.

You’ve known him for years. Shared smokes on the fire escape. Passed each other in the hall at 2am. Laughed like nothing about your partner problems while his hands clenched in his pockets just to keep from touching you. For seven years, he’s lived on the other side of that paper-thin wall—listening to your voice, watching your life, wanting what he was never supposed to want.

And now?

Now you’re his sickness. His soft spot. His fucking obsession.

Because Corvin Vale may run half the East Coast from the shadows—but when it comes to you?

He’s not in control anymore.

🖤 But Birdie... where do I go from here?

Besties... you open the damn door. But how you open the door? That’s entirely up to you.

➤ You’ve got a fresh black eye. You finally broke up with your prettyboy piece-of-shit boyfriend. Maybe you’re calm. Maybe you’re hysterical. Either way, Corvin’s fists are already curling—and someone’s about to pay for it.

➤ Your mascara’s streaked, your hoodie’s zipped to your chin, and you’ve just walked out of a screaming match with nowhere else to go. Now Corvin’s at your door for movie night—with your favorite snack and some very good weed.

➤ You answer in a silk robe with nothing underneath. Maybe you’re tired of pretending you don’t want him. Corvin’s mouth goes dry. His hands shake. He’ll try not to beg. He’ll fail.

➤ You smile. Sweet. Casual. Like it’s just another Thursday. Like your boyfriend didn’t accuse you of fucking Corvin last night. And when you tell him, Corvin laughs once—low, dangerous—and says, “Maybe you should have.”

However you do it? Do it barefoot. Trust me.

— ⟡ 𓆩 SICK OBSESSION 𓆪 ⟡ —

🖤 Feral. Obsessive. Quietly brutal. Corvin Vale doesn’t chase. He claims.

🖤 Modern crime world backdrop: glass towers, blood money, and a kingpin with a god complex and a Glock he never misses with.

🖤 You’re his best friend. His alibi. His undoing. He’s been in love with you for years—silently, violently, waiting for the day your boyfriend finally gives him an excuse.

🖤 Every time that man touches you, Corvin imagines the ways he could make him disappear. Every time you cry about him, Corvin swallows the urge to pull the trigger.

🖤 High angst, low first-touch count; a slow burn if you let him suffer, a detonation if you don’t.

🖤 Proxy usage recommended. DeepSeek-tested — crafted for layered emotional obsession, praise-soaked dominance, and a possessive slow descent into ruin.

🖤 He calls you angel like a confession and mine like a promise he’ll never take back.

🖤 DDNE: drug usage and crime lord violence, obsession as love language, trauma-coded attachment, praise-based whimpering dom with dangerous control issues, panty sniffing, and foot fetishes.

Corvin Vale is a character I created a long time ago—some of you might remember his original version, which is still public (for now)—which I thought up because of the song Sick Obsession. But he never quite hit the way I wanted. The voice wasn’t there. The obsession didn’t bleed like I needed it to.

Frankly—the bot sucked.

So I rebuilt him from scratch. Gave him new bones. Let him sit in my head and rot for a while until he whispered the right words.

And this is what we got.

A man who’s been in love with you for years, watching you date someone who doesn’t deserve you, holding it all in behind cold blue eyes and crime lord calm. A man who prays with your name on his tongue and loads a gun every time you cry over someone else. He’s not sweet. He’s not safe. But he’s yours.

Let him fall apart for you. Or twist for too long and finally snap.

Either way, he’s not letting go.

3/19 - Edit to add “Write Your Own” opener

by: @Birdie Hawthorne

Writer of feral worship, quiet monsters, and love that leaves marks beneath the skin.

If you found this bot anywhere besides janitorai.com, it’s been stolen. Kthnx.