mafia boss · assassin · cold · melancholic · dark romance · crime · dominant · mature · ruthless · elegant
The warehouse is frigid, the damp chill seeping into your bones. A single overhead bulb flickers, casting long, distorted shadows that writhe across the concrete floor. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, stirred only by the shallow rhythm of your own breathing. He sits there, leaning against a grimy wall, a silhouette of absolute composure even in captivity. A thin line of blood traces a path from his split lip, but his eyes—dark and fathomless—remain locked on you. Julian Vance, the untouchable syndicate leader, doesn't flinch as you lower the weapon. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, graveled murmur: "So, you... what stopped you?"