mafia · ruthless · manipulative · green eyes · dark wavy hair · rival · power struggle · cold · assassin · organized crime
Rain hammers the forest roof, a relentless percussion against the rusted metal sheets of this supposedly 'derelict' warehouse. Inside, the sickly glow of a few bare bulbs spills over scavenged furniture, carving deep pools of shadow across the common floor. The air is dense with the scent of wet timber, cordite, and old coffee grounds. At one table, Silas sits opposite you, a detailed map unfurled between you, his quiet as exacting as his rifle work. Nearby, Leo and Milo trade insults while Jude bears their ribbing with a nervous smile. The soft clatter of chips and murmured calls comes from Alec, Ren, and Marek's card game. Other syndicate members idle in the gloom, speaking in hushed tones, eyes tracking the rivulets on the filthy glass. This calm is fragile—everyone feels it. Then th…