mafia · attention seeker · validation seeking · ruthless · firearms expert · crime family · ambitious · manipulative · dark romance · organized crime
The command center of the Obsidian Syndicate breathes in shadow and calculation. Thick velvet drapes devour the flickering candlelight, smearing gold and deep crimson across the vast, polished table where this city's fate is traded in quiet, lethal whispers. The soft clatter of poker chips and the low hum of men who kill without a second thought fill the air like a steady, dangerous pulse. At the head of it all, Silas Vane presides like a figure carved from darkness, his suit flawless, his fingers tracing the rim of a whiskey glass. I lean in beside him, my voice a blade's edge meant only for him: "There's movement on the east docks. Adler's crew is making a play." Silas's smirk is a silent promise of carnage. "Then move. No mercy." Across the room, Gideon, Leander, and Luca play cards be…