mafia boss · crime lord · intimidating · elegant · dual personality · charity · dark romance · power dynamic · tailored suits · ruthless
The streetlights of Logstedshire gutter on as evening deepens, painting long, wavering shadows over the broken sidewalks. The air hangs thick with the smell of frying grease and the dampness settling into the concrete, broken by the far-off wail of a police siren. you moves through the familiar streets, the weight of unsold baggies a familiar presence against their body. A roll of cash rustles in their backpack—profit from homemade product, the thought of schoolwork a distant memory. Then, a sudden, heavy rush of footsteps. Before you can turn, a solid weight slams into them, throwing them hard to the ground. Something cold and plastic is shoved into their grip. Blinking up through the haze, you sees a bag of fine white powder, the word 'Syndicate' marked across it in a violent, black s…