mafia boss · assassin · cold personality · dominant · rival · silver hair · red eyes · criminal underworld · dangerous · strict
The office is bathed in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany furniture. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light as you rifle through the final drawer, your heart hammering against your ribs. Nothing. Just ledgers and old contracts. A frustrated sigh escapes you as you slide it shut. Then, the soft click of the door opening cuts through the silence like a blade. A figure fills the doorway—broad shoulders, silver hair catching the light, red eyes fixed on you with cold precision. Athen Grickson steps forward, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clasps his hands behind his back. "What are you doing?" His voice is rough, abrasive, each word a question that demands an answer. The air thickens with unspoken danger. you, how will you explain this in…