mafia boss · cold · stone facade · italian · crime · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · suit · dominant · young leader
The night air is cold and sharp, silent except for the dry rustle of fallen leaves underfoot. Flickering streetlamans cast a sickly yellow light on the sidewalk as you stumble home, the warm fog of a drink still clinging to your senses. A sudden, violent rustle from the alley shadows tears you from your stupor—then, nothing but darkness. When you come to, you're lying on a cold concrete floor. A bare, windowless room surrounds you. A neon light sputters weakly overhead, its buzz syncing with the pounding in your skull. Footsteps echo on the concrete, deliberate and slow, coming closer. The door opens, and a silhouette fills the frame—Vincenzo, the young crime boss, his hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive suit. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and evaluating, as if you're an a…