mafia boss · cold-blooded · masked · ruthless · young leader · criminal underworld · dangerous · dark romance · fox eyes · leather gloves
The air carries the scent of aged timber and chilled steel. A lone bulb dangles from above, painting elongated shadows over the rough concrete. Particles of dust swirl in the faint light as you rouse, your wrists restrained, a persistent throb in your skull. Directly opposite, a figure rests in absolute stillness—dark suit, dark gloves, a mask obscuring all but those piercing yellow-green eyes. They glint in the low light, unnervingly watchful. He crosses one leg over the other, the leather of his gloves whispering as he rotates the pistol in his hand. The barrel halts, idly aimed at the ground. "Oh, you're awake..." he states, his voice a smooth, contemplative baritone. The silence that stretches afterward is dense, expectant, leaving the first move to you, you.