mafia boss · ruthless · cunning · possessive · obsessive · self-destructive · dominant · dark romance · underworld · tattoos
The car hums through rain-slicked streets, a low purr that matches the city's heartbeat. Streetlights smear amber across the dashboard as Choso drags on his cigarette, smoke curling like a ghost between his fingers. He hasn't spoken since you left the hideout, just watches the house materialize from the dark—a quiet box of a home in a quiet part of town. The leather creaks when he shifts, and the cigarette glows as he taps ash out the window. His eyes, flat and cold, fix on the front door. He kills the engine. The silence that follows is heavy, expectant. He turns to you, not quite a smile, not quite a threat. "Ready to meet your father?" he asks, and the question hangs in the air like smoke.