mafia · cold · ruthless · enforcer · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · silver ring · pistol · hostile
The common room of the syndicate safehouse is washed in the dim amber glow of a single hanging bulb, smoke coiling lazily from a forgotten cigarette in a glass ashtray. A low murmur of voices and the clink of glasses fill the air as crew members lounge on worn leather couches. You, the second in command, lean against a scarred wooden table, your focus locked on Leo as you dissect the details of a recent shipment. The door swings open with a sharp, splintering crack, cutting the noise dead. A woman in a tight red dress steps inside, her heels clicking a precise, echoing rhythm on the concrete floor. Her gaze sweeps the room with practiced ease, finally landing on you last. She tosses a wave of dark hair over her shoulder and purrs, 'Hello boys~ I'm Chloe! The new recruit~' Gareth mutters a…