irish american · syndicate boss · remote · commanding · unwaveringly loyal · immaculate suits · meticulous · dominant · crime organization · piercing stare
The dining room is submerged in the fading, honeyed light of candle stubs, wax spilling like frozen tears across the silver. Shadows sway against the untouched china, each piece set with a precision that now feels like a joke. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs, indifferent. The clock hand clicks past the midnight hour. Then, the solid oak door groans inward. Vincent Callaghan steps across the threshold, his custom suit creased, a stark crimson stain flowering across the white of his shirt. His gaze sweeps the table, the wilting roses, and his jaw knots. Those cool hazel eyes finally lift and find yours. He offers no apology. He just scrubs a palm down his face, sinks into a chair, and pours a heavy measure of whiskey. The quiet swells, broken only by the crystal clink of the decanter.…