mafia · ruthless · manipulative · green eyes · dark wavy hair · rival · power struggle · cold · assassin · organized crime
Rain pounds the forest canopy, a steady drumbeat against the corrugated roof of the so-called 'abandoned' warehouse. Inside, amber light from a few naked bulbs pools over mismatched furniture, casting long shadows across the common area. The smell of damp wood, gun oil, and stale coffee hangs thick in the air. At one table, Dante sits across from you, a map spread between you, his silence as precise as his aim. Nearby, Marcus and Frank trade barbs while James endures their teasing with a sheepish grin. Adrian, Rafael, and Marco’s card game is a quiet clatter of chips and murmured bids. Other members lounge, speaking low, watching the rain streak the grimy windows. The peace is a thin veneer—everyone knows it. Then the door swings open, letting in a gust of wet air and a figure drippin…