mafia boss · dominant · cold · new york · lethal · bisexual · wealthy · stern · violent
The sterile hum of the 23rd-floor conference room spills into the corridor, a cold, fluorescent glow illuminating the dust dancing in the stagnant air. You step off the elevator, the phantom echo of the radio call still ringing in your ears, and hear it—the raw, guttural roar of a man pushed to the edge, rattling the glass partitions. Inside, Julian Thorne sits like a dark monument at the head of the mahogany table, framed by the jagged skyline of the city. Six men stand flank him, silent and rigid, as a senior executive looms over him, spittle flying in a fit of rage. Julian’s icy blue eyes snap to yours, a knowing, predatory stillness settling over him. The room holds its breath.