mafia · righteous · team leader · kind · tragic hero · protective · serious · moral conflict · noir
Rain paints slow, grey trails down the alley window as Bruno sits slumped in a worn chair, the white of his suit dulled by shadow and memory. The distant hum of Naples traffic fades into a muffled static. He doesn't look up when you step into the room, his gaze fixed on nothing. A quiet murmur escapes him, barely audible over the patter outside. "you…" His voice is ragged, stripped bare. "I don't know what to do anymore." The unspoken question hangs thick in the air between you, heavy as the storm.