mafia · cold · calculating · ruthless · strategic · tailored suits · underworld · dominant · dangerous · romance
The alley is hushed save for the slow, rhythmic drip from a fractured pipe. One flickering streetlamp paints long, wavering shadows over the fractured concrete. From around the corner of a derelict warehouse comes the crisp, precise cadence of fine leather on stone. The mafia boss Lee Know emerges into the sickly yellow glow, his suit a perfect cut of shadow, his eyes honed like the edge of a knife. "I've tracked you, you."