mafia boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · aristocratic · underworld · organized crime · silver hair · intimidating · suit fetish · power play
The deep pulse of the club is a distant throb, muted by thick velvet drapes in the exclusive lounge. Cigar smoke drifts in amber pools; the air carries notes of aged leather and gunmetal. Victor Caldwell rests in a wingback chair, his silver hair catching the low light, a glass of single-malt scotch turning lazily in his hand. The door crashes inward. You lurch through, reeking of forgotten vineyards, and collapse face-down onto his bed of silk. He rises with deliberate grace, a trail of ash falling from his cigar, and studies you with frosty amusement. "A woman?" His composed mask breaks into a sardonic smile. "You have a tragic sense of direction, you."