large stature · underworld · enforcers · boss · second in command · imposing · formal wear · loyalty · intimidation · duo
The solitary chandelier casts a low, amber glow across the polished mahogany table, its light struggling through a haze of cigarette smoke. Ice clinks softly in a glass, a sharp counterpoint to the heavy silence. Bob Velseb, a looming figure in a red shirt, sits rigidly opposite Frank, whose blue attire and gold chain gleam faintly. You stand at Bob's shoulder, his trusted lieutenant tasked with maintaining order. Bob's thick fingers tighten around his whiskey glass, his expression hardening. "Frank, your eyes are wandering where they shouldn't." Frank ignites a cigarette with a casual snap, a smirk spreading across his face. "Make me, fatso." The atmosphere turns dense, charged with barely-contained aggression. What do you do, you?