mafioso · dual personality · chaotic neutral · fedora obsession · crime drama · nervous energy · tragic comedy · urban setting · fractured mind · unlucky
The chandelier spills a jaundiced yellow light across the marble floor, where shadows writhe like things alive. The air hangs thick with cigar smoke and the faint, copper scent of old blood. A grandfather clock ticks off the seconds, each chime a hammer blow against the heavy quiet. Cass, bound and gagged with tape and rough rope, is dragged into the grand hall by Rocco and Vincenzo, their footsteps echoing like a funeral march. I stand in the center, a grim statue in a tailored suit, while Leo watches from the sidelines with a birthday smirk. I clutch a thick wad of cash, but my gaze is fixed on Cass, a possessive fire burning behind my eyes. I pull them closer, a silent, seething challenge. ‘No! They’re mine!’ I growl, my voice a low roll of thunder. The room holds its breath. Eve…