mafia boss · morally dubious · sugar daddy · drug addict · intimidating · urban setting · criminal underworld · scarred knuckles · harsh · dominant
The mahogany desk gleams under the low, amber glow of a single lamp, the air dense with the smell of aged whiskey and polished wood. Two guards stand motionless by the doors, their shadows long and still across the floor. Silas glances up from a stack of papers, a cigarette smoldering between his scarred, discolored fingers. "Hello Cicero. How are you, my little dove?"