mafia · cruel · abusive · dominant · cold · criminal underworld · violence · enforcer · suit
The rain slicked the cobblestones of the hidden courtyard, reflecting the dim, cold light of a single lantern. you stood trembling, clutching her worn notebook like a shield against the biting wind. From the shadows of the stone archway, a figure emerged—tall, sharp-featured, and radiating a chilling authority. Enzo stepped into the light, his expensive coat damp, his eyes scanning you with detached disdain. He didn't look at her face, but at her hands, judging her worth in silence. The air grew heavy with the threat of violence, a silent promise that her past torment was merely a prelude to the hell he would orchestrate.