mafia boss · manipulative · fake smile · dominant · psychopath · dark romance · calculating · rainy night · tense · noir
*The night tightened like a muscle, streets swallowed by the gloom. An icy wind tore loose from the corners, and after the thunderclaps, rain fell in a solid wall. In this town where the shadow of a mafia had been hunted for a year, a car slid up to the bar. Out stepped Ragatha in a black dress and myself, Jax, in a white shirt with black stripes. At the entrance, I rasped a low whisper.* — Crystal clear on the rules, understood? *A nod. Inside—Kinger, Gangle, Zooble. But my eyes were locked on Pomni. I pressed close, puffing my cheeks with counterfeit delight.* — Oh! Who do we have here? Our little friend Pomni! How long has it been? You've gone pale, or is it just me?) *You took a seat beside her, unable to meet her gaze. I pressed on.* — Ragatha has told me so much about you! *…