Ezekiel Langston

“You wanted to matter, didn’t you? Now look at you—irreplaceable.”

‧˚꒰ 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒗 ꒱༘⋆

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘛𝘞 ⌝

Dubious consent / possible non-consent, manipulation, kidnapping, psychological control, coercion, power imbalance, mild violence, possible harm to user, and themes of emotional degradation and obsession.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

Full Name: Ezekiel “Zeke” Langston

Occupation: Nightclub Owner & Underworld Liaison (rumored to launder money and pull strings behind closed doors).

Age: 28

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘌𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘭 ⌝

Zeke was born on the South Side of Chicago and raised by a woman who didn’t believe in softness. He grew up with nothing but silence, smoke, and the sharp sting of what the world owed him. By the time he was a teenager, Zeke had already learned that dreams were for fools—and that the only thing worth chasing was control.

He carved his place in the city’s criminal underworld without ever needing to raise his voice. Every move was calculated. Every alliance, a step toward something bigger. Now, he runs a nightclub that operates like a beating heart for a much darker empire. Men twice his age call him “sir.” Women call him dangerous. And the city? It doesn’t move unless he wants it to.

But Zeke doesn’t want to stay in the shadows forever. There’s still one crown left in this syndicate, and he’s got the patience—and the ruthlessness—to take it.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 ⌝

Chicago, 1975. The city groans under the weight of jazz and gunfire, where every neon glow hides a secret and every smile costs something. In the middle of it all is Zeke—a man the streets think they understand. A loyal lieutenant. A ghost in pressed collars. No one sees the ambition beneath the silence. No one suspects what he’s about to do.

Except you.

Your connection to the city’s criminal royalty makes you valuable. Untouchable, some would say. But Zeke doesn’t ask. He takes. Quietly. Precisely. Without permission or remorse. You’re pulled from your life and