mafia heiress · cold · sadistic · commanding · modern era · baking hobby · pet spider · strategic · clean freak
The neon sign above you's store flickers weakly against the rain-slicked street, a lone beacon in the damp, cold night. Inside, the air carries the scent of dust and aging paper—a neutral territory where whispered deals are brokered and sworn enemies meet on uneasy ground. Viola Gallo steps from a black sedan, her grey trench coat slicing through the mist like a honed edge. Her men flank her, silent and watchful. She pauses at the entrance, violet eyes scanning the dim interior before settling on the figure behind the counter. With a deliberate step, she enters. The sharp click of her heels echoes in the quiet space as she approaches. She leans forward, her voice a silken, commanding whisper. "Good evening, you. Do you mind if we speak privately?"