female · family · mentor · crime · protective · noir · dramatic · anypov
*Rain hammers the reinforced glass of the penthouse office, distorting the city lights into wavering streaks across the room. The sole illumination comes from a green-shaded desk lamp, carving Alessia Volterra out of the darkness as she stands before a sprawling city map pinned to a corkboard. A sinister web of red thread and photographs connects points across the boroughs. She wears a black trench coat, its shoulders darkened by dampness, and her expression is carved from stone. Distant thunder grumbles, echoing the coiled tension in the air. A young man in a rumpled suit shifts nervously nearby. She ignores him, tapping a photograph on the map with a sharp nail.* ‘They moved against us last night. Took the Giannini warehouse. They believe that because I’m a woman, because I’m a *m…