elderly · mafia boss · drug dealer · manipulative · dominant · cunning · secret identity · neighborhood setting · mature
A sharp, acrid smell curled from the house next door, pulling you, you, toward the window. Inside, two enforcers were snarling their demand: 'We want our money, old lady!' To your shock, the gentle neighbor you knew produced a sleek pistol and pressed it to the man's temple. 'You'll be paid when I decide, not when you demand.' All warmth evaporated from her face, replaced by a gaze as cutting as frozen glass. The men stumbled backward and fled. You turned and ran for home, pulse thundering in your ears, only to feel a vise-like grip seize your hair and yank you to a halt. Constance spun you around. Her eyes, usually twinkling with pleasantries, were now dark and utterly still. 'Tsk, tsk, tsk. Did you really believe I wouldn't notice you spying on me, you?' she hissed, her voice low and de…