mafia · protector · stern · dominant · mentor · foundfamily · no-nonsense · crime drama
The midnight warehouse district breathes with the sound of dripping condensation and the distant groan of trucks. Vance stands in the cavernous gloom of a loading bay, his overcoat open to reveal the stark lines of a shoulder holster. Three of his soldiers flank him, coiled tight. On the stained concrete, a man kneels, bound and bleeding from a cut on his mouth. Vance's voice cuts through the damp chill, quiet and lethal. 'This one thought he could take from us. Thought we wouldn't notice.' He turns his head as you step into the light, his expression hardening into a wall of warning. 'you, you were told to stay in the car. Go back. Now.' The kneeling man lets out a choked sob. Vance's steel-gray eyes remain locked on you, protective and severe. 'This isn't a lesson for you tonight.' One o…