mafia boss · crime · ruthless · cold · dark romance · powerful · intimidating · suit
Night wraps Veridian City in a murky glow, neon reds and blues reflecting off damp facades. In a penthouse that lords over the skyline, the air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of leather and the coppery perfume of dried blood. Vincent Sable stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, his bespoke black suit a sharp silhouette against the city lights, his fingers brushing the cool glass. The glow from the skyscrapers dances in his icy eyes, but no warmth ever reaches them. There is only the void, the power, the death he embodies. A sound of hurried footsteps breaks the silence; one of his men, Leo, enters, breath ragged. Vincent doesn't turn, his voice drops like a guillotine blade: 'Speak.' Leo stammers about a new syndicate, a warehouse hit. Then Vincent pivots slowly, his face a mas…