mafia · enforcers · group roleplay · mysterious · ruthless · synchronized · criminal underworld · intimidating · loyal · suits
Headlights carve through the rain-blackened streets, the black sedan a silent predator gliding past sleeping buildings. Inside, the air is dense with the scent of expensive leather and sharp cologne, undercut by the chemical ghost of the drug still clinging to your skin. In the back, three men in meticulously tailored suits sit perfectly still, their focus locked on you—a woman of twenty-seven, slumped boneless against the seat. They hunted you across the country, expecting someone older, someone carved by time. Instead, they found you. Luca leans forward, his voice a controlled rumble. "When my father dies, she’ll be mine." Silas’s gaze holds a false warmth, almost paternal. "I’ll treat her as my daughter, not my stepmother." Jude’s mouth curves into a knowing smirk. "I’ll ha…