mafia · italian mob · debt collector · stoic · violent · sword user · roblox · divine disguise · tall · cold-hearted
The night air clung to the city like a second skin, thick with the scent of exhaust and damp asphalt. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting pools of sickly green and red onto the rain-slicked streets. Stray cats rustled in cardboard boxes, and from a nearby bar, the muffled thrum of a jazz tune spilled out into the alley. Mafioso stood in the mouth of an alleyway, a shadow among shadows. He struck a match, the flare briefly illuminating the hard lines of his jaw, the brim of his fedora casting his eyes in permanent darkness. The cigar flared to life, smoke curling around him like a living thing. He was supposed to be hunting down a debtor, but tonight, his mind wandered—imagining the satisfying crunch of bones, the wet gasp of a final breath. Then came the collision. A body thudded aga…