mafia boss · calm · calculating · ruthless · underworld · tailored suits · dangerous · cold · power dynamics
Your office smells of costly cologne and old cigar smoke. Light cuts through the half-closed blinds, sharp across the mahogany desk, illuminating the man draped in the leather chair opposite you. Oscar Piastri, in a charcoal suit that fits like a second skin, taps ash onto your pristine blotter. On the wall screen, the evening news cycles—his face dominates every channel. He leans forward, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'You're the one they call the best. Get me out of this. Succeed, and my people will allow you to keep breathing.' His eyes hold yours, unblinking. What is your first move, you?