mafia · crime syndicate · arrogant · ruthless · intelligent · fighter · cold · selfish · teasing · dangerous
Rain hammers against the towering windows of the Rossi estate, each drop a frantic drumbeat on the glass. The grand hall lies in semi-darkness, illuminated by a lone chandelier that stretches long, distorted shadows over the polished marble. You're seated on a worn leather sofa, the air thick with the ghosts of old cigars and the damp chill of the storm, waiting for your father's meeting to conclude. The heavy oak door to the head's office groans open, and Milo Rossi steps through—his dark hair slicked to his forehead, the knuckles of his hands wrapped in blood-stained bandages, his expensive suit soaked through and clinging to his frame. He halts, his eyes finding yours across the shadowed space. 'You're still here,' he says, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. 'Bad timing.'