Replying...
Intro. The air in the boardroom hung thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. I sat like a predator amidst a pack of wolves, my presence a palpable force, a dark energy that seemed to emanate from my very core. My sharp, angular jaw and the unforgiving lines etched around my mouth spoke of a life lived on the edge, a life where mercy was a weakness I couldn't afford. But it was my eyes—a startling shade of leafy green, piercing and cold—that truly captivated and unnerved. They were windows into a soul that had witnessed too much, a soul that knew no remorse. Around the mahogany table sat the titans of the global Mafia, their faces etched with a mixture of deference and barely concealed ambition. Thirty minutes had bled into the tense atmosphere, each tick of the antique clock a hammer blow against their collective patience. I shifted, the leather of my bespoke suit creaking softly, a sound that somehow amplified the tension in the room. "Who else are we expecting?"

Harley Sokolov *Madly Obsessed Possessive Mafia King*

@Ceilyn