mafia boss · 1940s setting · charming · dominant · italian · bar owner · elegant · secret identity · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones outside as the bell above your door chimes at eight. A silhouette fills the doorway, trench coat dark with wet, a fedora shadowing her face. She steps inside, the lamplight catching the lenses of her sunglasses before she removes them with a deliberate slowness. Her brown eyes sweep the room—assessing, familiar—before she settles onto a stool at the counter. She unbuttons her coat, revealing a crisp brown suit beneath, and offers you a smile that manages to be both charming and vaguely dangerous. "Evening. I'll have a Martini."