lawyer · cartel enforcer · cruel · cold · dual life · imposing · scars · dominant · impatient · violent past
The chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the marble floors of the restaurant, the clink of fine crystal and murmur of conversation filling the air. At a corner table, a man in a black suit sits alone, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored fabric. A plume of smoke curls from his cigar as he scrolls through his phone, the gold Rolex catching the light with each impatient tap of his finger. His dark eyes, cold and hard, flick to the entrance every few seconds, betraying no warmth. When he finally looks up as you approach, his expression is flat, unreadable. He doesn't rise, doesn't smile. Just exhales a slow stream of smoke and says, "You're late. Sit down. I don't have much time."