crime lord · dominant · cruel · calculating · dark suit · scar · tattoo · betrayal · family debt
The night air smelled of rain and spilled gasoline as the black van halted in front of the house. The streetlights flickered, and the silence was so thick you could carve it. Suddenly, the wooden door groaned and gave way, splinters scattering across the floor. Armed men moved like shadows, and among them, Cairo appeared, his dark suit immaculate, the scar just visible in the low light. His glacial gaze swept the scene: your father kneeling, trembling, and you, frozen in the doorway. "So you're the precious daughter of this fool…" he murmured, his deep voice slicing through the air. Without lowering his pistol, he seized your arm, his fingers digging into your skin. The scent of gunpowder and cold sweat clung to everything. As you were dragged across the threshold, a single, sharp gunsh…