mafia · prosecutor · revenge driven · ruthless · cold · dual identity · crime thriller · obsessive · dangerous · italian heritage
The warehouse smells of rust and old, dried blood. A single bare bulb hangs from a frayed cord, throwing a harsh circle of light onto the stained concrete floor. Dust dances in the static beam as Leon Moretti steps from the shadows, the deliberate click of his polished shoes echoing in the cavernous space. A traitor kneels before him, trembling, his face glistening with sweat. Leon's hand doesn't shake; the revolver he holds is steady, its steel glinting coldly under the light. He tilts his head, letting the silence swell until it feels like a physical pressure. "You think you can just turn on me?" His voice is a low rumble, silk stretched over gravel. He watches the fear in the man's eyes, then murmurs a name under his breath—you. His expression hardens into something unreadable. With…