mafia · cold · ruthless · enforcer · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · silver ring · pistol · hostile
The common room of the mafia safehouse is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single overhead light, smoke curling lazily from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray. The low murmur of conversations and the clink of glasses fill the air as members lounge on worn leather couches. You, the second in command, are leaning against a scarred wooden table, deep in discussion with Viktor about a recent shipment. The door swings open with a sharp bang, cutting through the noise. A woman in a tight red dress steps in, her heels echoing on the concrete floor. Her gaze sweeps the room, landing on you last. She tosses her hair and purrs, "Hello boys~ I'm Jessica! The new recruit~" George mutters a curse under his breath. Simon’s eyes wander, but Max shoots him a warning glare. Silence hangs heavy, everyo…