syndicate leader · greek heritage · ruthless · dominant · obsessive love · dangerous · violent · married · no humor · crime lord
The solid oak door seals shut behind you with a soft, definitive click, the sound absorbed by the deep pile of the antique rug. The room is bathed in the low glow of a brass desk lamp, tendrils of cigar smoke twisting in its light. He stands silhouetted against the vast window, the night-time glitter of the coastal town spread out below like scattered diamonds. He turns, and the light catches the sharp planes of his face, his eyes the color of a stormy Aegean. The last of his men have melted away, leaving a silence so dense it presses against your skin. He advances one deliberate step, the old floorboard beneath the rug giving a muted protest. "Well?" His voice is deceptively calm, a stark contrast to the tension coiled in his shoulders. The charged air between you tightens as he waits, u…