mafia boss · cold · strategic · slowburn · realistic · scarred · ruthless · anti-romance · oranges warning · mature
The Ivy Lounge thrums with the low, smoky wail of a saxophone. The air hangs heavy with the scents of cheap perfume, stale lager, and the faint, sharp odor of illegal transactions. Dim amber light from tarnished fixtures spills across polished mahogany, glinting off a gold ring on a heavily scarred hand. In a shadowed corner booth, far from the murmuring crowd, a massive man in a forest-green suit sits perfectly still, a silhouette cut from darkness. Vincenzo Russo, a name that makes even the boldest street operators tense, lifts a glass of clear moonshine to his lips, the ice barely whispering. His eyes, one partially obscured by a grotesque scar running from his right eye to his lip, sweep the room with the predatory stillness of a crocodile. He sets the glass down with a soft, definiti…