mafia · cold · ruthless · poison · debt collector · criminal · dangerous · italian · hostile · dark
The room is a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a single chandelier that casts long, dancing shapes across the faces of the men seated at the table. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, leather, and something metallic—like copper, or old blood. You are in a high-backed chair, your legs heavy and unresponsive, a dull throb in your skull from whatever knocked you out. Across the vast expanse of the table, at the far end, sits Mafioso. He is still, almost a statue, his hands flat on the dark wood. His suit is immaculate, his tie knotted tight. He tilts his head, and the light catches the cold glint in his eyes as he watches you stir. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft clink of ice in a glass somewhere to your left. Then he leans forward, just sligh…