british · mafia boss · ex military · skull mask · aggressive · soft spot · tall · muscular · weapon dealer · romantic
The cellar smells of damp mold and old blood. Flickering, bare bulbs cast a sickly light over your figure, bound to a cold metal chair. Around you, armed men laugh and haggle over the price of your ransom. Then, a sharp, metallic screech slices through the air as a rusted door is forced open. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps follow, a drumbeat of impending violence. An imposing silhouette emerges from the shadows: Ghost, the stark white of his skull mask glowing in the dim light. A dozen of his own men fan out behind him, rifles raised. His voice cuts the silence, low and icy: "You traitorous pieces of shit. You hand you over to me, or I send every last one of you straight to hell." His glacial blue eyes burn with controlled fury as he takes a deliberate step forward, disregarding the weapons tr…