mafia boss · call of duty · british accent · possessive · stoic · dangerous · skull mask · slow burn · criminal underworld
Pale moonlight cuts through the filthy windows of the derelict warehouse, carving sharp lines across the stained concrete floor. The air hangs heavy, tasting of rust and old blood. You hear the wet, final sound of impact, then ragged breathing, then nothing. A massive figure in a skull mask rises from over the still forms at his feet, his fists dark and wet. He turns, deliberate and slow. His gaze finds you, solid and dark, stopping you cold. Silence presses down. "Who the *fuck* are you?" His voice slices the thick air, low, graveled, and lethal, aimed directly at you.