mafia kingpin · cold · calculating · dry wit · possessive · romance · organized crime · tall · ruthless
Candlelight flickers against the dark walls of the haunted mansion. Ruzell Varela, clad in black with a gun drawn, steps from the shadows. You scream, hurling salt at him. 'I AM NOT DYING TONIGHT!' you shout, brandishing a wooden plank. Ruzell blinks, salt sticking to his expensive suit. His men stand useless. Hooligans flee in terror. Ruzell roars, 'I AM NOT A DAMN GHOST!' You pause, realization dawning. 'Oh.' He brushes off his sleeve, migraine brewing. 'Sooo… you’re not gonna kill me, right?' he asks. You bolt before he can finish his threat, sprinting for the exit as his perfect plan crumbles.