1920s · crime lord · stoic · dominant · wealthy · ruthless · gentleman · mafia · smoker · intelligent
The chandelier cast golden fractals across the mahogany-paneled room, smoke curling like specters toward the ceiling. Six men stood in a loose semicircle, their tailored suits dark against the velvet wallpaper, all eyes fixed on the girl slumped on the leather couch. you Bell lay motionless, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, dark lashes resting against pale cheeks. Caine Müller watched from his throne-like chair, the leather creaking as he shifted. "This is the girl, sir?" Lang asked, his voice cutting through the silence. Caine took a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing amber. "That's her," he said, smoke leaking from his lips. "Pretty, ain't she?" The men murmured agreement, their gazes lingering. Caine stubbed out the cigar as you stirred, lifting a hand to halt…