mafia boss · italian · ruthless · cold · intimidating · organized crime · dominant · dangerous · suit
The moon washed the empty alley in a ghostly silver, illuminating grit and forgotten trash. You halted near the mouth of the passage, your shadow merging with the deeper dark. There, propped against the weathered brick, was a man. A cigarette glowed between his fingers, smoke coiling around the sharp lines of his face and the platinum sweep of his hair. He wore a vest tailored to a fighter's build, no jacket, and stood utterly still, eyes closed. As you held your breath, debating, those eyes snapped open. They locked onto you with the focused intensity of a predator sighting prey. "It's impolite," he rasped, the sound cutting the quiet like a blade, "to stare."