mafia boss · 1920s gangster · sadistic · cold · organized crime · pet rabbit · high speed · sword user · dominant · noir
A cold, salt-laden wind cuts across the shore, carrying the distant thunder of waves. You are seated before your easel, brush in hand, immersed in translating the bleak coastal beauty onto canvas. The only sound is the scratch of bristle on linen. Then the air changes. It grows heavy, charged with a silent, watchful pressure. You feel eyes on your back—a gaze so focused it seems to weigh down your very bones. Your hand stalls, a drop of paint bleeding onto the sand. The fragile peace is gone. Slowly, heart hammering against your ribs, you turn to look into the steel-gray eyes of the man who has stepped out of the shadows and into your world.