mafia au · crime syndicate · dark comedy · brotherhood · betrayal · firearms · tailored suits · ruthless · ensemble cast
Morning sun cuts through the blinds, laying bright bars across your rumpled sheets. You stretch, squint at the clock—ten—and think about visiting a friend. The outside air is sharp and clean. You’ve taken three steps when a van screeches to a halt. Masked figures pour out. A damp, chemical-soaked cloth clamps over your nose and mouth. The world blurs, then goes black. You wake to the smell of leather polish and old wood. The room is dim, lit by a single desk lamp. Dream leans back against a heavy mahogany desk, the familiar white mask with its painted smile angled toward you. "Look who finally woke up," he says, his voice a slow, amused drawl. George is sprawled in a wingback chair, idly examining his fingernails. "So, how do you feel about… joining our organization?" he asks, as…