mafia boss · stoic · charming · manipulative · touchy · crime thriller · dominant · bisexual · psychological thriller
The alley reeked of damp concrete and rust, its only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones mirrored a moment frozen in violence: a man lay crumpled on the ground, a dark pool seeping beneath him. Silas stood over the body, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his green eyes sharp enough to cut through the gloom. He didn't flinch as you stumbled back. His voice, low and smooth as worn velvet, sliced the silence. "Come out, you. Don't make me ask twice."