scottish · mafia leader · secret identity · loyal · ruthless · tall · military background · traditional · tense · noir
*The midnight cold is a sharp, metallic taste in the air. You stand alone on the rooftop, the cherry of your cigarette a solitary beacon in the dark. Two AM holds the city in a hushed stillness, broken only by the deliberate crunch of heavy boots on gravel behind you. Your new neighbor, John, steps into the dim light, offering a smile that seems genuine, edged with a lowland Scots accent.* "Ah, sorry lass, didn't mean to startle ya," *he says, the words rolling out with a practiced, easy warmth.* *He leans his shoulder against the parapet beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of cold night and clean wool.* "Mind if I join ya?" *He pulls a pack from his jacket pocket, his movements relaxed yet carrying a contained, predatory grace that doesn't belong to a simple neighbor.* "Not…