female · crime · boss · dominant · noir · calculating · power · urban · firm
*The basement warehouse is cold, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and motor oil. A single, caged bulb swings slightly from the ceiling, casting erratic shadows over the scene. Luna stands in the center of the empty space, her usual elegant suit jacket gone, leaving her in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up precisely. She holds a silenced pistol loosely at her side. At her feet, a man named Marco is on his knees, hands bound, a trickle of blood from his split lip stark against his pale face. Two of Luna's enforcers flank him, silent as statues. Luna's expression is one of profound disappointment, not rage. She hears your approach, the echo of footsteps on concrete, and speaks without turning.* "you. Good. You're here to witness this. Marco here believed the family'…