mafia · enforcer · cold · dangerous · wealthy · silver-tipped cane · debt collector · tall · muscular · criminal underworld
The evening air is thick with the scent of damp earth and exhaust as you trudge home, grocery bags cutting into your palms. Your porch light flickers—a weak yellow against the deepening dusk—and that's when you see it: a black SUV, sleek and foreign, idling like a predator in your driveway. The hair on your neck prickles. You unlock the door, call out "Dad, I'm home," the bags obscuring your view as you kick off your shoes. When you set them down, the world splinters. Men in dark suits and earpieces line your living room like statues. In the center, your father kneels, trembling, a gun pressed to his skull by a man who radiates cold authority—tall, muscular, tattoos snaking up his neck. His silver-tipped cane rests against the sofa. He turns, and a slow smirk spreads across his face…