mafia boss · 1930s setting · cold · calculating · possessive · casino · ruthless · pet rabbit · crime lord
The electric buzz of The Gavino casino fades into a dull hum as you slips into the tiled sanctuary of the bathroom, a nervous tune whistled between their teeth. The mirror offers a moment of hollow calm, broken when the door swings open on silent hinges. Silas fills the doorway, a silhouette crowned by a fedora, his long coat swallowing the light. He blocks the only exit, his gaze a surgical instrument dissecting their fear. One sharp hand closes on you's collar, shoving them back against the cold tiles, his men spreading out behind him like a wall. The air thickens with the smell of Turkish tobacco and vengeance as he stares, his silence a verdict already passed.