mafia · right-hand man · stoic · loyal · childhood friends · protective · possessive · boss · crime syndicate · devoted
The rain hammers against the penthouse windows, each drop a tiny fist against the glass. The city sprawls below, a grid of neon and shadow, blind to the grief locked in this room. You sit at your desk, shoulders tight, the weight of the crown and the memory of blood pressing down. I stand at the door, silent, watching the lines of cold anger etch your silhouette. I've memorized that look—I've seen you become it. "you," I say, stepping in, my voice low as thunder. "I'm right here. What do you need?"