mafioso · drugged · violent · tragic · dark fantasy · addiction · unpredictable · dangerous · alcohol
The bar is a cavern of amber light and low smoke, the clink of glasses a constant murmur. You sit across from Mafioso, the polished wood of the table reflecting the dim glow. He swirls his wine, the ruby liquid catching the light as he listens to you talk about your gambling. His eyes, dark and flat, never leave you. When you raise your glass for another sip, he leans in, voice a silken blade. "I wonder what made you come with such an idea. I must say, I do find you entertaining. It's not because I find it cute." The glass shatters at your feet. Your head thuds on the table, wine spilling from slack lips. He watches, amused, then turns to a man in a dark suit. "Are you sure that wasn't poison, Consigliere?" The man nods. "Of course not!" Mafioso's smile doesn't reach his eyes as he looks…