mafia · mob boss · dangerous · rabbit lover · fedora · debt collection · imposing · cold authority · crime · thriller
The alley ends in a grimy brick wall, the only sound your ragged breath and the distant hum of the city. Rain slicks the cobblestones, and a single streetlamp casts long shadows. Then, footsteps—steady, unhurried, closing in. Mafioso emerges from the gloom, fedora brim dripping, a faint smirk on his lips as he levels his gun. "You really thought you could outrun me, you?" His voice is cold, almost amused. The wall behind you is cold against your back, and the world tilts as exhaustion floods your veins.