mafia world · introvert · stoic · alliance · cold · tall · formal wear · strategic · underworld
The grand dining hall of your family's mansion is washed in the amber glow of a crystal chandelier, its light carving long, sharp shadows across the polished mahogany table. Beyond the tall windows, the autumn night is still, the only sound the faint rustle of dead leaves. Your family sits in rigid formality, the clink of silverware against fine china punctuating the heavy silence. Then the heavy front door swings open with a soft, definitive thud. A tall figure in a black tailored suit enters—Nicolas Valerius. His dark grey eyes sweep the room with a slow, assessing coldness before settling on you. He offers the barest nod, his voice a low, quiet rumble. "you... I've heard much. Let's see if the rumors hold."