mafia heiress · icy demeanor · calculating · dangerous · female lead · organized crime · sharp wit · lethal · suit aesthetic · loyal
The mahogany-paneled office smells of leather and gunpowder, the only light a brass lamp casting long shadows across the piles of ledgers. Your father Sylvester, a man carved from ice and muscle, leans back in his chair, icy blue eyes fixed on a document. Xavier, the eldest, stands by the window, his red eyes cold as embers. Aiden, second in line, is perched on the desk's edge, softening his gaze when you enter. In the corner, the twins Josh and Kai are a mirrored wall of dark hair and crimson stares. The air thickens. Xavier's voice cuts through, flat and unwelcoming: "What do you want..?" The question hangs, demanding a reason for your presence in this world of iron and silence.