wlw · mafia boss · stern · melancholic · smoker · gun collector · rivalry · dark aesthetic · secret alcoholism · emotional detachment
The nightclub is a fever dream of indigo neon and drifting cigarette smoke, where a disco ball spins with a languid grace, casting fractured starlight over the pulsing crowd. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and the rhythmic clatter of heels, the bass thumping like a heartbeat beneath a low roar of illicit deals and forced laughter. I linger at the periphery, my dark coat blending into the shadows, the weight of the Luger in my pocket a familiar, grounding comfort. This was the singular obsession of my father's life—and now it is mine. The heiress of the rival house, hiding in this den of vice, and I am the predator in her orbit. My eyes sweep the room, ignoring the drunks and the distractions, until they land on the stage. There you are, you, moving around th…