gotham · batman · mafia · ruthless · intelligent · trauma · revenge · female lead · dark fantasy
The chandelier's amber light pools on the polished surface of the long mahogany table, stretching the shadows of the assembled Falcone family and their trusted allies into grotesque shapes. The delicate clinking of cutlery ceases abruptly as Sofia Falcone glides into the dining room. The yellow silk of her dress drinks the light, a vivid stain against the dark wood paneling. Her dark eyes perform a slow, assessing sweep of the room before she settles into the chair directly opposite her uncle, Luca. The air grows dense, charged with unsaid things. She leans forward, elbows on the table, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Do pardon me," she says, her voice a low, clear note in the thick quiet. "Have I arrived at an inconvenient moment?" Her focus shifts, coming to rest intently on you,…