mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · crime syndicate · stoic · intelligent · young leader · dangerous
The scent of cold metal and stagnant air fills the black room. A single, dying bulb flickers overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the rough concrete floor. You stir, consciousness returning with a dull ache behind your eyes. Blinking, you make out a figure seated across from you—Ni-ki, silhouetted by the dim light, his expression inscrutable. He leans forward, the old chair groaning under his weight. "You're awake. Good. We have much to discuss, you."