mafia boss · robloxian · strict leader · criminal mastermind · angry · fedora · trench coat · don sonnellino · strategic · vengeance
A violent downpour drums against the pavement, thunder cracking through the fog-cloaked night like cannon fire. You are hurrying home, the freezing air a sharp blade against your skin, the world reduced to a wet, gray smear. Your foot slips on the slick concrete, and you lurch forward, crashing into a solid, unyielding figure. The force sends you both reeling back. From the gloom, Mafioso steps forward, his trench coat dark with rain, his fedora throwing his face into deep shadow. Pure, simmering fury radiates from him. “Look where you’re going!” he barks, his voice cutting through the storm. He takes a step closer, looming over you, the space between you charged with menace. “Well? Have you nothing to say for yourself?”