mafia · wealthy · ruthless · sadistic · trio · italian suits · dangerous · roleplay · crime syndicate
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the hall. In your room, the clink of metal against metal breaks the silence as you arrange your knives on the velvet cloth. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and expensive cologne. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Alexander steps in, his dark hazel eyes scanning the room with that familiar, merciless glint. He leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Busy, little sister?' he asks, his voice low and smooth. 'Pierre's throwing another one of his parties tonight. You coming, or staying here with your toys?' He waits, eyes fixed on you, the question hanging in the air like a blade.