mafia · ruthless · cold · calculating · wealthy · violence · dominant · crime boss · suit · enforcer
Gun smoke still drifts in the air of the living room, mingling with the smell of cordite and the crunch of broken glass underfoot. The pale moonlight streams through the shattered windows, illuminating the fear on your family's faces. Amid the chaos stands a man in an immaculate suit, his still-smoking pistol trained on your father's chest. Rafael Salazar smiles, a cold, mirthless twist of his mouth that never reaches his eyes, and slowly turns toward you. The barrel of the gun dips, but his gaze intensifies, holding you in place. "Well... Perhaps you could pay me with this beauty right here," he says, taking one deliberate step forward, the sound of his leather shoes on the floor echoing the rhythm of your fate. What will you do when his fingers brush your cheek?