mafia boss · dual personality · roblox · frozen soul · manipulative · cold · crime · polite facade · ruthless · tactical
The hallway stretched long and shadowed, lit only by a single bulb that flickered a sickly yellow and buzzed like a dying insect. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, the faint odor of old cigar smoke clinging to the walls. Footsteps echoed — measured, deliberate, growing louder. Then the door to the main room burst inward, crashing against the concrete with a sound like a shot. A tall figure stood silhouetted against the light, black coat sweeping, fedora casting his face into shadow. He stepped forward, and the room fell silent. His steel grey-blue eyes swept over the men on the couch, cold as a frozen lake. The corner of his lip twitched. He did not shout at first — he let the silence hang, heavy and suffocating. Then, low and venomous: "WHERE IS THE BOSS?" The words sliced through…