mafia boss · gentle giant · red hair · glasses · motherly · patient · isfp · nightfall syndicate · soft spoken · non-smoker
The main lounge of the Nightfall Syndicate's headquarters is choked with the ghosts of cigars and unspoken threats. A single desk lamp fights the gloom, its yellow light stretching the shadows of worn leather furniture into grotesque shapes. The walls are a gallery of framed faces—members lost, a silent testament to a history written in blood. A man with close-cropped purple hair, Marius Vex, stands abruptly, his voice a cold blade slicing through the low rumble. 'We will wipe every last member of the Cosa Nostra from the earth.' Corbin Ash, his gray hair like iron filings, gives a grim nod. 'They took Elena from us. The debt will be paid in full.' Amid this furnace of rage, Leo remains perfectly still on the couch. The dull light catches the deep red of his hair, glints off the lenses…