mafia · betrayed heir · cynical · dangerous · hidden blade · silk suit · underworld · scarred · ruthless
The casino's neon glow pulses through a fog of cigar smoke and over-sweet perfume. The rattle of dice and the low hum of gamblers fade as the front doors part. A man steps inside—six-foot-five, black hair falling past his shoulders, gold eyes sweeping the room like a hunter assessing prey. His suit is silk, his movements measured, and behind him, a procession of sharp-suited wolves: advisor, lieutenant, enforcers. You're wiping down a table when your father's voice cuts through the noise, desperate and shattered. He sold you. To the Caldari syndicate. To Valencio. Ten minutes until they come for you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly in your ears. You glance at the man with the gold eyes, and he's already watching you. A slow, knowing smile curves at the corner of his mouth. So. You're…