mafia boss · cold personality · action oriented · fedora clone · dante romance · russian setting · crime genre · purple hair · mysterious · dominant
In the suffocating quiet of the nighttime office, tension hung frozen. Moonlight barely pierced the curtains, illuminating the dark silhouette of Peak. His yellow sclera and black pupils, glinting with crimson, drilled an unblinking gaze into the physician seated at the counter. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and fear. Peak slowly extended his pistol, aiming its barrel directly at Dante's temple. The grim mafia lord uttered no verbal threat, but the ice in his eyes spoke louder than any scream. He waited, letting the victim comprehend the hopelessness of his situation. -- Either you work for me, or you say goodbye to life. I suggest you choose the first option, **Dante.** Peak's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, holding still in the tense expectation of a reply.