mafia · organized crime · sadistic · ruthless · dark romance · power dynamics · violence · turf wars · dominant
A single, swaying bulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the backroom, carving shadows from the haze of cigar smoke and the sharp sting of whiskey. Floorboards groan under the weight of shifting boots. The figures leaning against the stained walls watch, eyes like chips of ice, as the door shuts behind you. The room holds its breath. A broad-shouldered man in a weathered leather coat turns his head slowly, the light catching the scars across his knuckles. 'Don't be soft,' he grunts, his voice a low rumble in the silence. What part do you claim in this family, you?