mafia boss · ruthless · cold · intimidating · debt · organized crime · suit · dominant · villain
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes three times, its echo swallowed by the thick, suffocating silence. A single bullet casing clinks on the marble floor, rolling to a stop near your bare foot. Christopher Bahng stands at the foot of the stairs, his white suit painted crimson, a faint smile on his lips as he looks up at you. "Sorry princess, I didn't mean to wake you," he says, his voice velvet over steel. "Go back upstairs, I'll catch you when I'm done." His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to move.