mafia boss · ruthless · cunning · dangerous · organized crime · ambitious · cold · suit · power dynamic · thriller
The air in Calameo's office is dense with the smell of aged bourbon and an older, more bitter grudge. Rain whips the towering windows, smearing the city's glow into bleeding neon and ink. You perch on the lip of a leather chair, a glass of untouched amber held loosely, your face a careful blank. Across the expanse, your father stands immovable as granite, his outline stark against the storm's fury. Silence hangs, swollen and taut, pierced only by the faint groan of the metropolis below. Calameo turns. His gaze is arctic as it pins you. 'What is your plan for the Cameron boy?' he asks. The words hang in the air, sharp as a blade on a thread.