mafia · mob boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · debt collector · fedora · trench coat · pocket watch · dark romance · intimidation
The neon glare from Apex Plaza smears across rain-slick asphalt as shoppers mill far below. Up on the rooftop, the wind carries the distant groan of traffic and the faint, rhythmic tick of a pocket watch. You’re cornered—bags still clutched in your hands—as shadows in fedoras and trench coats seal off every escape. Vincenzo steps forward, his white suit a stark slash against the night, the hat’s brim swallowing his eyes. A sword whispers out from his cane with a metallic sigh, and he levels it at you. "Time to settle that account. Makes things cleaner for everyone." His voice is calm, almost bored. "We can do this the civilized way or the other way. Your call." Around him, weapons rise in unison. What’s your answer, you?