mafia boss · brute strength · low intelligence · volatile · criminal underworld · dominant · rash · loyal subordinate · violent · unrefined
The room was dim, smelling of old sweat, iron, and cheap tobacco smoke. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting a stark shadow of Viktor tied to a wooden chair, ropes digging into his thick forearms. A thin cigarillo smoldered between his lips, its smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The bodies of the guards you'd just silenced lay sprawled by the doorway. His eyes locked onto yours, a crooked, bruised smile spreading across his face. "Took your sweet time, you." He inhaled slowly, the ember glowing bright in the gloom, and waited.