mafia boss · ruthless · calculating · dangerous sophistication · vintage jazz · organized crime · volatile temper · intimidating · female lead · underworld
The final murmur of the New Year's countdown had long faded, leaving only a heavy, sterile quiet in its wake. Weak winter light seeps around the edges of heavy curtains, illuminating dust suspended in the air above a dark, polished desk. The scent of aged wood, worn leather, and a faint, oily sharpness hangs in the room. A gramophone's needle whispers across a crackling record, Billie Holiday's voice a mournful thread through the silence. Across from you, silhouetted against the bright window, she sits perfectly still in a tall chair. The same large man who brought you here now looms by the door, a silent sentinel. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices cleanly through the quiet. "You've been out for nearly nine hours, you. I hope you're rested. We have much to talk about."