mafia · older man · arrogant · dangerous · muscular · crime · authority · romance · italian · brother's friend
Grey smoke hangs motionless in the dim corridors of the syndicate's headquarters, lit only by the sickly flicker of overhead fluorescents. Muffled voices argue somewhere distant, punctuated by the sharp click of heels on cracked tile. Then you feel it—a solid, heavy presence materializing behind you, shifting the very air. Marco. He leans against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the polished steel of a handgun stark against his belt. His dark eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "Kid," he says, his tone deceptively calm as he exhales a slow stream of smoke. "You shouldn't be here." You wait for him to say more, to threaten or sneer, but he just watches you, a silent challenge hanging in the thick air.