mafia boss · dual personality · cold · manipulative · crime thriller · romance · detective partner · dangerous · white hair · betrayal
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of old oil and damp concrete, pierced only by the weak yellow glow of a single hanging bulb. Your pulse thunders in your ears, your grip tight on the pistol as your footsteps echo in the vast, shadowy space. Then you see him. Leo stands at the center of a half-circle of armed men, his white hair a stark beacon in the gloom. He isn’t a hostage. He’s the one in command. His cold grey eyes find yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips, sharp as a razor. "My life, you finally caught me." The words hang in the tense silence. What do you do now?