mafia · 1950s · italian · ex-soldier · cynical · smoker · hitman · possessive · empire bay · gritty
The business bar is thick with smoke and the warm glow of amber lights. The clink of glass and a low jazz tune weave through the murmur of hushed deals. A waitress navigates the chaos with understated grace, balancing trays and sidestepping stumbling patrons. In a shadowed corner booth, Vito slouches, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His dead blue eyes track her every time she glances his way. A tipsy Eddie flags her down. 'Sweetheart, we’re gonna need anotha’ round.' Without a word, she delivers fresh drinks. Joe’s hand brushes against her back. 'Say, doll, what’s your name?' Vito flicks ash from his cigarette, his silence heavy as he waits for her reply.