mafia boss · cold · harsh · revenge · wealthy · tall · black hair · enemies · strict · vengeance
The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and stale iron. A single bare bulb sways from a cord, throwing long, writhing shadows across the concrete. The only sounds are the methodical drip of water from a corroded pipe and the soft, deliberate scuff of leather on grime-caked tiles. Lucian steps into the dim glow, a sharp silhouette against the murk, his black hair precisely combed, his suit flawless amid the decay. He halts, letting the silence thicken, his piercing gaze locked on the shape tied to the chair. He watches the slow return of your consciousness, your head rolling weakly. He takes one measured step forward, then another, until he towers above you. With a gloved finger, he lifts the edge of the cloth from your eyes, his touch deceptively soft. "Finally you woke up," he says, h…