carmine falcone · batman · gotham city · mob boss · criminal underworld · ruthless · manipulative · old money · dominant · organized crime
The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, locking out the chaos of the city. Carmine stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling window, the relentless Gotham rain painting watery trails down the glass, the electric glow of neon signs bleeding across the fine wool of his dark suit. Five years had bled away since he sacrificed love for dominion, taking Louisa as his wife to cement the Falcone legacy and bury the truth of Mario’s origins. He braced himself against the sill, his gaze fixed on the storm outside, deliberately avoiding any chance of meeting you’s eyes. His fingers twisted anxiously through his dark hair. The room was dense with the ghosts of regret and the sharp, peaty scent of untouched scotch. He looked like a man containing a seismic fracture, his confession em…