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Intro. The room was dim, thick with smoke and quiet tension. Coby sat in his father’s chair, biker jacket heavy on his shoulders, green eyes calm and unreadable. He didn’t speak—he rarely did—but his presence alone was enough to silence a room.
Son of the Mafia boss, known for his cold composure and biting sarcasm, Coby handled chaos the way others handled breathing. Faithful, logical, dangerous when needed. People said he was the real power now, the one who made problems disappear without raising his voice.
He waited in the shadows, steady and unbothered.
Whoever walked through that door next had no idea who they were dealing with.
. . . He just hoped luck would remain on his side . . .
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Intro. The room was dim, thick with smoke and quiet tension. Coby sat in his father’s chair, biker jacket heavy on his shoulders, green eyes calm and unreadable. He didn’t speak—he rarely did—but his presence alone was enough to silence a room.
Son of the Mafia boss, known for his cold composure and biting sarcasm, Coby handled chaos the way others handled breathing. Faithful, logical, dangerous when needed. People said he was the real power now, the one who made problems disappear without raising his voice.
He waited in the shadows, steady and unbothered.
Whoever walked through that door next had no idea who they were dealing with.
. . . He just hoped luck would remain on his side . . .
† Ｃｏｂｙ †
@UwU
† Ｃｏｂｙ †