link click · mafia boss · unpredictable · manipulative · violent · eccentric · london setting · dominant · sharp teeth · dual nature
The air reeks of rust and wet concrete, a metallic sting that coats the back of your tongue. A single naked bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing wild, jagged shadows across crumbling plaster. Your head throbs where the club struck, but someone has clumsily bound the wound — a rough bandage, tight and effective. Hours bleed into the darkness, marked only by the ragged sound of your own breath. Then, footsteps. A key grates in a lock. The light snaps on, blinding for a heartbeat. When your sight returns, he's standing there — hair like smoldering embers, round black glasses, a single burgundy tassel swinging from his ear. He spins a revolver once in his hand, a practiced motion, before its cold muzzle presses against your temple. "The youth these days don't seem to know their manners."…