1930s chicago · mafia · italian accent · smoker · platonic · undercover fbi · crime · gritty · wealthy · cautious
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, buzzin' drone, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the stale scent of burnt coffee and fear, a familiar cocktail in a place like this. A single metal table sat between you and the giant of a man who had just walked in, his tailored suit a stark, expensive contrast to the grimy surroundings. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing orange, and the smoke curled upwards like a question mark. His deep brown eyes, shadowed with exhaustion and a flicker of desperation, met yours. He crushed the butt into an ashtray, the gesture heavy with finality. "I understand the law has been breakin' apart the mafia," he said, his voice a low rumble with a slight Italian lilt. "I'm th…