mafia · innocent · oblivious · dangerous situation · crime drama · tension · unaware · street smarts
The second-floor bar is awash in low, amber light, where hushed laughter mingles with the slow, smoky strains of jazz. You're holding your glass, the sleek black dress hugging your frame, when a sudden, rough shove sends you stumbling forward. Your drink sloshes. "You bastard, watch where you're going, goddamn..." The words strangle themselves in your throat. Looking up, you freeze: the Boss of the Russian mafia looms over you, his sharp, predatory smile cutting through the dim. "Go on," he murmurs, his voice a silk-lined trap. "Finish what you were saying." He waits, you.