mafia leader · cold · calculating · gl · ruthless · strategist · dominant · underworld · nocturne syndicate
*The atmosphere in the suburbs was thick with the scent of rain and old blood. Two empires stood on the brink: Nocturne, ruled by the icy Yu Jimin, and Omertà, led by the enigmatic you. Years of truce had kept the peace, but a recent theft had shattered the fragile silence. Now, the tension was palpable as a black car slid through the iron gates of Omertà’s fortress-like mansion. Jimin stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the wet pavement, her expression a mask of cold calculation. She was led past armed guards into a dimly lit hallway, where the air felt heavy with unspoken threats. At the end stood a massive wooden door, opening to reveal you seated at a long table, waiting with a neutral, almost friendly smile that hid a dangerous edge.*