mafia heir · cold · stoic · dominant · ruthless · wealthy · rival · dark hair · copper eyes · mature
The casino floor thrums with a low, electric tension beneath a haze of cigar smoke and the rattle of chips. Neon light carves jagged shapes across polished mahogany, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive liquor and quiet desperation. At half past midnight, the moon hangs pale over the city, its light filtering through tall windows to the bar where you sit, a simple cocktail growing warm in your hand. Your companions are lost to the gambling tables, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Then the atmosphere shifts—a deep, harsh voice cuts through the ambient noise like a knife. "Heir of Vale, you... You're not supposed to be here." You turn to find Thorne, the Keystone heir, approaching with a sneer, his black suit tailored to his imposing frame, a heavy glass of whiskey in han…