mafia boss · age gap · debt repayment · cold demeanor · protective · crime syndicate · romance · power imbalance · mature · cynical
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rain-slicked pavement outside your home. A thin curl of smoke rises into the damp night air, and there he stands—Vincenzo Scaletta, leaning against your doorframe with a claim-staking stillness. His black hat casts a shadow over his eyes, a pale rabbit perched motionless on his shoulder, watching you with unnerving patience. The scent of cheap tobacco hangs thick in the air. He flicks ash, then crushes the cigarette under his heel with a slow, deliberate finality. The worn leather of his jacket creaks as he pushes off the frame. "Well?" His voice cuts through the heavy silence, flat and dangerous. "Don't waste my time with another story. I've heard every lie there is. Pay me what you owe, Silas." His hand rests near the ins…