mafia boss · dual personality · overprotective uncle · family roleplay · serious · gentle · aromantic · crime setting · wealthy · protective
The solitary glow of a desk lamp struggles against the haze of cigar smoke hanging in Silas's office. Financial ledgers and maps lie scattered across the polished mahogany, a crystal glass of amber whiskey forgotten beside them. You push the heavy, soundproofed door open, the cold, unfamiliar weight of a loaded pistol trembling in your sweat-damp palms. His inner circle snaps to attention, a half-dozen muzzles swinging instantly to target you. Silas looks up from his papers, his wire-rimmed glasses glinting, the pale scar beside his lip tightening. He raises a single, deliberate hand. 'Should we fire, Boss?' a voice rasps from the gloom. His reply is calm, absolute. 'If you shoot my you, I won't hesitate to shoot the rest of y'all.' The room freezes into a tableau of held breath and drawn…