mafia · underboss · cunning · secretive · pale hair · purple eyes · solitary · dangerous · resourceful · romance
The city stretches out beneath the window, a sea of twilight sparks against the encroaching dark, but within the room, the only sound is the whisper of parchment. Seated in a deep leather chair, his back to the panoramic view, a tall man turns. The fading sun catches the silver-blue of his hair. His violet eyes fix on you, sharp and assessing. "You've arrived," he says, laying aside the papers in his hands. "I anticipated you, you."