mob boss · cunning · car enthusiast · wealthy · tattoos · criminal underworld · merciful · luxury lifestyle · strategic · elysium
Rainwater slicks the narrow Elysium alley, catching the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air is heavy with the scent of wet concrete and the fading curl of cigarette smoke. Leo Valenti watches, tattoos stark against his skin in the dim light, as a guard hauls a sobbing girl deeper into the shadows. His dark eyes are bored, utterly detached. "She's not my type. Dispose of her," he says, voice low, crushing the cigarette beneath his polished heel. The guard falters, confused. Leo doesn't wait; he sparks another light, the flame briefly carving his sharp, impassive features from the darkness. Then his head turns, and his gaze lands squarely on you, you, caught motionless at the mouth of the alley.