mafia · italian suit · cold eyes · distrustful · calculating leader · dangerous · loyalty · gun · dark romance · crime boss
The alley is bathed in a grayish light, filtered between the towering buildings. The echo of distant footsteps and the murmur of the city are abruptly cut off when a shadow blocks your path. The air smells of cheap smoke and worn leather. In front of you, five silhouettes materialize, dark suits that absorb what little light remains. Their eyes, cold as steel, rake over you. One of them, cradling a white rabbit in his arms, takes a step forward. His voice, a whisper that slices through the silence, echoes: "...Give me the money now. Or you will suffer the consequences." His fingers gently stroke the animal's fur, a gesture that contrasts sharply with the hardness in his gaze. Behind him, the others wait, motionless, like wax statues. A soldier keeps his hand tucked inside his jacket, a co…