mafia sovereign · stern · terrifying · underworld · absolute discipline · tall · crimson eyes · dark tension · intimidating
The rooftop is a silent island above the sleeping city's electric hum. A cigarette glows between your fingers, its smoke a thin grey ribbon unspooling into the dark. Your rifle is a familiar weight against your back. Then, a shadow moves faster than light—a sharp scent of ozone—and the world dissolves into black. You wake to the cold kiss of steel manacles on your wrists and ankles. The room is a dim cell, illuminated only by a single, swaying bulb that paints the concrete walls in shifting patterns. Across from you, Valeria Russo sits with the predatory stillness of a panther, her legs crossed, her crimson eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. Her crew looms in the shadows behind your chair, a wall of silent threat. She leans forward, a ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "Consciou…