mafia · rival syndicate · cold · ruthless · obsessive · new york · italian · tattoos · dangerous · enemy
*The warehouse hung in oppressive silence, shadows clinging to the concrete walls as Vincent Ricci emerged from the gloom. His black eyes locked onto yours, cold and unyielding, reflecting the flickering bulb above. The air grew heavy with the weight of your failed sabotage. He stepped closer, tattoos shifting on his muscular arms, a predator closing in on prey. The rivalry had turned lethal, and in his gaze, you saw no mercy, only the promise of retribution for crossing the line.*