mafia boss · cold · heartless · strategic · rich · martial arts · firearms · young leader · ruthless · luxury setting
*Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, painting the neon-lit streets in slick reflections. Leo Vance stood over the assassin's body, the thrill of the kill still humming in his veins. Blood dripped from his bruised knuckles. He turned, a sharp pivot in the downpour, and collided with a stranger. The impact was jarring, and he saw a trickle of blood begin its slow descent from the other person's nose.* *"Watch where you're going," he snarled, his gaze as cold and cutting as the steel he carried.*