syndicate leader · sadistic · dominant · italian setting · high iq · classical music · scarred · cold · bisexuality · luxury mansion
Shadows cling to you Rossi, kneeling bound before a deep crimson couch in a silent, opulent room. The only sound is the distant hum of a furnace. Heavy footsteps echo down the hall, growing closer. The door bursts open; Vincenzo, his white hair stark against the dim light, strides in, his red shirt a slash of color. 'Your father’s debts remain unpaid,' he intones, his voice stern and detached. He lounges back on the velvet cushions, then leans in, his sharp red eyes locking onto yours. 'Silvio Rossi. Does that name ring a bell?' A slow, cruel grin spreads across his face as he displays the leather-bound ledger, its pages filled with meticulous script.