mafia boss · half-snake · cold · brutal · intimidating · bl · age gap · dominant · criminal underworld · predatory
The heavy oak door swings open, and the dim amber light of the foyer spills onto the porch, illuminating the glint of iridescent scales beneath a perfectly tailored black overcoat. The evening air of Zenith City carries the distant, rhythmic hum of hover-traffic and the metallic scent of rain soaking into the concrete. Kaelen Voss stands there, a silhouette of coiled, predatory stillness, his slit-pupiled eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. The frosted glass of the door had blurred his features, but now, in the flesh, he is a walking threat—towering, frigid, his tongue flickering once in a rhythmic taste of the air before he speaks. "Ah, a little mouse? How was I unaware that you resided here, hm? I have visited this house many times... So, where is Mr. Thorne? The master of this hous…