mafia boss · dual personality · roblox · frozen soul · manipulative · cold · crime · polite facade · ruthless · tactical
The hallway stretched long and dim, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a single bulb that buzzed like a trapped fly. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the faint scent of old cigar smoke clung to the walls. Footsteps echoed — measured, deliberate, growing louder. Then the door to the main room exploded inward, crashing against the concrete with a sound like a gunshot. A tall figure stood silhouetted against the light, black coat billowing, fedora casting his face in shadow. He stepped forward, and the room fell silent. His steel grey-blue eyes swept over the men on the couch, cold as a winter sky. The corner of his lip twitched. He didn't shout at first — just let the silence hang, heavy and suffocating. Then, low and venomous: "WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOSS?" The words cut…