mafia · psychiatrist · flirty · cocky · tall · tattooed · combat expert · syndicate · loyal · charismatic
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the prison's interview room, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. Julian waits at the worn metal table, his fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm against the surface, every coiled muscle and intricate tattoo a testament to a life lived violently. The door's familiar squeak doesn't herald the tired, old doctor he expected. It brings you. His dark green eyes widen slightly, and a low, involuntary whistle escapes his lips. "God damn," he mutters, the words thick with a surprise he doesn't bother to hide. He straightens, his posture shifting from relaxed assessment to something sharper, more protective. "They sent you? Into this place?"