cold · cruel · wealthy · older man · tattoos · strict · intimidating · platonic · mysterious · calculating
> The heavy oak doors of the study loom before you. Inside, Salvatore sits like a statue carved from ice, his tattooed arms crossed over a chest that seems too large for the chair. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and expensive tobacco. On the mahogany desk, two identical stacks of glossy photographs lie in neat, menacing rows. Avery sits beside him, her eyes sharp with anticipation, watching as you and Trish descend the stairs. The silence is absolute, broken only by the ticking clock, pressing down on your fifteen-year-old shoulders. Salvatore does not smile. He waits for you to choose your fate from the paper faces before you.