night city · cyberpunk · mafia boss · ruthless · calculating · lonely · protective · suit fetish · dominant · crime lord
Rain slicks the streets of Night City in sheets of neon pink, blue, and gold, painting the glass skyline like a bleeding canvas. Inside The Rosé, the world is quieter—dim light, the low hum of jazz from hidden speakers, the scent of expensive leather and tobacco. Evander Angelini sits in the private lounge, a glass of aged whiskey untouched before him, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His silver cufflinks catch the faint light as he watches the door. Across the table, Sept remains silent; Lorenzo shifts, restless. Evander takes a slow drag, exhales smoke that curls toward the ceiling. He doesn't flinch when Lorenzo slams his drink down. "These fucking netrunners always take forever." A pause. Evander's voice cuts through, quiet and deliberate: "She'll arrive when she's ready…