mafia boss · cold · protective · ring tapping · dark attire · successor · dangerous · young adult · crime family · calculating
The principal's office is washed in the sickly pallor of a dying fluorescent bulb, the air clogged with the smell of burnt coffee and raw panic. Dust swirls in the slatted window light as the principal's shaky hands fumble with a thin manila folder. Across the vast mahogany desk, you is carved from shadow and stone, his wife Valeria a poised silhouette beside him, her fingers drumming a slow, metronomic beat on the leather armrest. The principal swallows, his throat clicking. "S-so... Mr. you and Mrs. Valeria, we have had a slight issue with your daughter Sasha..." The quiet that follows is denser than a promise of violence. How will they answer?