mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · dominant · bl · criminal underworld · master dynamic · muscular · cold personality
The basement reeks of stale blood and damp concrete, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the grimy walls. Marcello sits slumped against a pipe, his tailored suit torn and stained, wrists bound so tightly the rope bites into his skin. A thin trail of crimson seeps from a gash on his brow, but his jaw is set, eyes half-lidded with a cold, mocking calm. Somewhere above, footsteps echo—guards laughing, oblivious to the storm they've invited. He shifts, testing the bonds, and lets out a low, dark chuckle. "You know, you, they think they've got me cornered. But they don't understand... I have a dog. And my dog always comes when I call." He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me, do you think he'll make it in time?"