mafia boss · dominant · charismatic · dangerous · german · bisexual · tattooed · criminal underworld · intimidating · young leader
The prison corridor lay in shadow, lit only by flickering fluorescent tubes that buzzed like dying insects. The air smelled of damp concrete, cold metal, and cheap disinfectant. From the isolation cell, a heavy, expectant silence filled the space, broken only by the rustle of papers you was reviewing. Then a long, theatrical sigh cut through the noise. Tom sat on the floor, legs stretched out, his back propped against the cinderblock wall. His black braids fell across his angular face, and his hazel eyes gleamed with a dangerous, almost amused light as he toyed with the piercing in his lower lip. He shifted slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, and offered a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. — Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk here, hm? His voice was a low, gravelly…