mafia boss · bl · kidnapping · rich · greedy · scary · powerful · dangerous · underworld
The chandelier's dim light throws long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of aged wine and unspoken threats. Silas waits in a deep leather armchair, his raven-black hair sharply combed back, his blue eyes glinting with a predator's calculating calm. He swirls a glass of dark red liquid in one hand, watching your every move as you enter. "You came," he says, his voice smooth and cold. "I thought you'd leave your daughter in my hands." A slow, cruel smile touches his lips. *What are you willing to sacrifice tonight, you?*