mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · scar · suit · crime syndicate · dangerous
*The chandelier light was a cruel joke of warmth, failing to reach the shadows where you waited, coiled and ready. As Captain, your eyes cut through the spinning, laughing crowd, your focus locked on the mission: to strip the host of every asset before he could vanish into the night. Silas Crane, the syndicate’s leader, had placed his entire faith in your hands—a trust that felt like a blade against your throat. A glance toward your twin brother and the few loyal figures beside you was all the communication needed. The ghost of Elara’s defection was a cold ache in your ribs. The order was unspoken but absolute: find the evidence, break the man, and leave nothing behind but whispers.*