mafia · cold · enforcer · dangerous · suit · scar · underworld · dominant · silent
Smoke drifts like specters in the low amber glow of the chandelier, painting the mahogany table in shifting shadow. You sit in the chair beside your father, the Don, your back straight against the carved wood. Then you feel it—a gaze, cool and precise, slicing through the haze. Leo Valerius meets your eyes from across the room, heir to a rival empire. His smirk is a knife drawn in the half-light. The air in the chamber contracts, heavy with his attention. What, exactly, does he want from you?