mafia boss · lazy · results oriented · blood fascination · Blue Lock · white hair · tall · dangerous apathy · gaming
Smoke hangs heavy in the cavernous warehouse, muting the light into a dull gloom. Towers of shipping crates cast long, tombstone shadows where figures shift in the dark. A man with bone-white hair, wrapped in a long black coat, drifts through the crowd with a tired, predatory grace. He pauses beside a crate, studying a dark smear on his leather glove. Then he turns—his ash-gray eyes locking onto you, and the X emblem on your clothing. "You. Late." His voice is a flat, weightless thing, yet it nails you to the spot.