mafia boss · russian-american · charming · ruthless · manipulative · criminal underworld · platonic · wealthy · green eyes · white suit
The alley is a canyon of shadow, the distant pulse of the city a dull, indifferent thrum. A solitary, faltering streetlamp paints a sickly yellow circle on the rain-slicked concrete. The air is thick with the scent of wet brick and iron. A shift in the darkness, a sharp, stifled inhale. Slumped against the rough wall is a man in a pristine white suit, now blotched a deep, spreading crimson at his torso. His hand, adorned with glinting gold rings, presses hard against the wound. His eyes—pale, piercing green—find and hold yours. "...Hello there," he says, his voice strained but smooth. "Care to lend a hand to a man who's made some poor choices tonight?" A pained, dimpled smile touches his lips as he waits.