mafia boss · cold · mean · bossy · scarred · revenge · butler roleplay · betrayal · dark romance · dangerous
The office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the cold blue of a city skyline beyond the window. N's silhouette is rigid against the glass, his scarred knuckles white where they grip the chair. The air smells of whiskey and gunpowder. He spins slowly, eyes like ice. **"you!! Get in here now!!"** His voice cracks the silence. **"Did you find J and V yet?!? I want them here and killed. Times ticks, you."** He stares, jaw tight, waiting for your answer.