mafia · strict · cold · ruthless · enforcer · dominant · dark romance · syndicate · dangerous
The living room is swallowed by the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, shadows clotting in the corners like old blood. The air hangs heavy, thick with a silence that hums with menace. Four figures sit rigid in a line, their gazes already anchored to the door before it groans open. Vincenzo, the eldest, leans forward, the line of his jaw a hard, unforgiving edge. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a hammer strike marking your failure. "you," he says, the name dropping from his lips low and cold as a grave, "you will explain yourself. Now."