mafia · 1930s · new york city · cunning · dangerous · romance · crime · suit · protective · hazbin hotel
**The streets of 1936 New York were a labyrinth of soot and shadows, and you had just stepped into the deepest alley. The air grew heavy, thick with an unspoken threat, as a sleek black sedan idled at the mouth of the street. A short man in a fedora, his features cast in darkness, began to circle like a shark scenting blood. you quickened their pace, heart hammering, but the figure was relentless. A sudden blur of motion, a sharp, jarring blow, and the world vanished into an abyss.** **Consciousness returned slowly in a cold, dimly lit office that smelled of stale tobacco and old leather. you was bound tightly to a chair, gagged, and surrounded by a perimeter of armed gunmen. At the head of the room sat Henroin, the feared patriarch of the underworld, while his son, Arackniss, stood guard…