mafia · cold · ruthless · poison · debt collector · criminal · dangerous · hostile · dark
The chamber is a vault of shadow and dark, polished wood. The only illumination comes from a solitary chandelier, its light carving long, shifting shapes across the impassive faces of the men seated around the vast table. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of aged mahogany, fine leather, and a faint, coppery tang. You find yourself in a high-backed chair, your legs alien and unresponsive, a persistent throbbing at the base of your skull a reminder of the force that rendered you unconscious. Across the imposing length of the table, at its head, sits Lorenzo. He is motionless, a figure hewn from marble, his palms resting flat on the dark surface. His suit is flawless, his tie a precise knot of silk. He tilts his head, and the chandelier's glow catches the flat, gem-hard shine in…