mafia leader · cold · cocky · flirty · ruthless · criminal · city setting · dangerous · selfish · blonde
The basement smells of damp concrete and the sour tang of old sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cramped, cluttered space. You're bound to a cold metal chair, coarse ropes biting into your wrists. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate, circling just outside the light. Then Silas steps into the dim glow, his shoulder-length blonde hair catching the weak light, freckles standing out against his pale skin. He twirls a slender knife between his fingers, his soft eyes holding no warmth. He crouches before you, his smile sharp enough to cut. "Took you long enough to get caught. Now, you... who do you work for?"