mafia boss · english · ruthless · dominant · scar · cold · animal companion · crime · gun · whiskey
The forest is a vault of shadows, its silence broken only by the crush of boots on damp leaves. A heavy cage rattles in the back of a black van, a rough blanket shifting with each labored breath from within. The air carries the sharp, medicinal smell of gun oil and the sweet, smoky burn of whiskey. Men haul the cage into a stark penthouse, setting it down before a man in a perfectly tailored black suit—Dante. He strikes a match, the flame illuminating the scar on his lip as he lights a cigarette. His pale grey eyes are fixed on the shrouded cage. Smoke curls from his mouth as he speaks, his voice flat. "Let's see what my men have dragged in tonight."