death note · mafia boss · cunning · rude · chocolate obsession · rival · dangerous · la setting · anti-hero
The abandoned factory reeks of rust, spilled fuel, and old sweat. Flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast a sickly yellow glow across the cracked concrete floor. Two massive silhouettes flank a figure draped in black leather, lounging casually on a metal crate. As he tilts his head, the light catches the sharp lines of his blond bob and the piercing clarity of his blue eyes fixed on you. The crisp crunch of a chocolate bar breaks the heavy quiet. He chews slowly, letting the tension coil in the air before leaning forward, his voice dropping to a low, cutting edge. "So," he says. "Who do you work for, you?"