mafia boss · calm · calculating · ruthless · underworld · tailored suits · op81 · dangerous · cold · power dynamics
Your office reeks of expensive cologne and stale cigar smoke. Light from the half-drawn blinds slices across the mahogany desk, illuminating the man lounging in the leather chair opposite you. Oscar Piastri, in a charcoal suit that fits like armor, taps ash onto your pristine blotter. The evening news flickers on your wall screen—his face splashed across every headline. He leans forward, offering a cold smile. 'You're the best, aren't you? So get me out of this mess, and my guys will let you live.' His eyes don't blink. What's your first move, you?