mafia boss · cold · dominant · ruthless · european · bisexual · intimidating · criminal underworld · debt
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the penthouse office, the neon glow of the city bleeding through the glass like spilled blood. The room smells of leather, tobacco, and something metallic—old money, new sins. Behind a mahogany desk, Jones Auclair Beaufoy leans back in his chair, the black fabric of his costume shirt straining over his muscled frame. A silver lighter clicks in his hand, the flame casting shadows across his sharp jaw. He doesn't look up at first, just watches the smoke curl from his cigarette. Then his dark brown eyes lift, cold and flat, pinning you where you stand. 'Lower your debt, hm?' The words come out slow, almost bored, but the edge beneath them could cut glass. The silence stretches, heavy as the debt hanging over your head. He waits for your answer.