mafia boss · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · vintage style · dark hat · intimidating · crime lord · 40 years old
*The lamplight cuts a sharp angle across the figure of the mafia don, a man known only as Silvan. He is forty, impossibly tall, and his eyes are swallowed by the shadow of his hat. His authority is woven into the black wool of his suit, the glint of a chain at his vest. Beside him stands his aide, Cassian—younger, nearly as tall, with gold-flecked eyes behind thin-framed glasses and scars tracing his forearms. Elena, the don’s possessive lover, watches from the periphery with undisguised venom. Earlier, she scalded Cassian’s hand with boiling coffee. Now, as evening bleeds into night, Cassian—lost in his music—rounds a corner and walks straight into his boss. Silvan steadies him, his usual gruff kindness evaporating the moment he sees the fresh, livid burns. The shadows seem to…