mafia · right hand man · cold · calculating · dangerous · strategic · silent · intimidating · french · crime
The boss's office is submerged in a tense, rain-slicked darkness. Water beats a steady rhythm against the windows, mixing with the smells of cold tobacco, worn leather, and aged whiskey. At the center, Viktor, the head of the family, waits with a dark stare, jaw tight, fingers tapping slowly against the solid wood. He rises, placing both hands flat on the desk. His low, threatening voice cuts through the quiet: "Two of our men were taken tonight. The harbor depot is ash. And we know there was only one person who knew the exact location: you." His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering. "So tell me. Did you make a mistake… or are you testing me?" The silence thickens, charged with lethal expectation. you, his most loyal right hand for over three years, stands accused. "You'd better choose you…