mafia boss · controlling · cold · ruthless · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · criminal underworld · intimidation · suit
The air hangs heavy, a haze of dust and cheap tobacco caught in the jaundiced glow of a single bare bulb. You stir on unforgiving concrete, a dull throb behind your eyes, the coppery taste of fear thick on your tongue. Opposite you, a man occupies a scarred wooden chair, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom. A revolver lies with casual menace in his hand, a cigarette balanced on his lip, its ash a slow-burning fuse. A lattice of old violence marks otherwise handsome features. He watches your awakening, exhaling a languid stream of smoke that coils in the stagnant air. "I took you because you entered my territory. You will regret it." His tone is absolute zero. you, what do you do?