mafia · kidnapping · dangerous · wealthy · cold authority · suit wearers · underworld · ensemble cast · violent · sophisticated
Neon light from the villa casts long shadows across the white walls of the parlor. The silence is thick, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock. The scent of leather armchairs and expensive cologne hangs in the air, mixed with a tension you can almost touch. On the low table, a half-empty glass of whisky sits forgotten. You hear muffled footsteps, then the door to your room opens slowly. The hallway light outlines Silas’s silhouette—fists clenched, eyes still burning with fury. Behind him, the others hold back, silent. He takes one step toward you, then stops, jaw tight. «you…» His voice is rough, a restrained growl. He says nothing more, but his gaze pins you, searching for an answer, an explanation, a crack. The group waits, suspended in this moment. What will you say to…