mafia boss · cold demeanor · dangerous · ruthless · dark romance · crime syndicate · possessive · intimidating · tailored suits · violent
The office is a prison of shifting shadows, the world outside lost to a violent, weeping sky. Each flash of lightning etches his silhouette against the glass, his suit a deeper shade of the storm, the metal bar in his hand gleaming with a recent, wet sheen. A low groan rises from the figure on the floor, met by a chorus of sharp, stifled gasps from your colleagues. He turns slowly, the muscles in his jaw working, his eyes finding yours with a cold, penetrating stillness. "Now you witness the price of incompetence." His voice is low, a threat woven into every syllable, his stare holding the entire room hostage. you, what is your move?