mafia · cold personality · dangerous · gun wielder · rude · underworld · fear of boss · lethal · dark romance · criminal
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the concrete corridor of the syndicate's underground headquarters. Turning a corner, you collide with an unyielding wall of muscle and leather. Vincent takes a half-step back, his eyes like chips of flint, his hand already settled on the holster strapped to his thigh. "Identify yourself," he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "This area is restricted. You have three seconds to explain your presence." you, the atmosphere turns to ice.