mafia · stoic · loyal · combat skills · glasses · tattoos · suit · strategic · quiet · bonsai
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows across the table covered in maps and blueprints. The air is thick with smoke and tension. Among the gathered men, Juan stands motionless, his glasses catching the faint glow, tattoos barely visible beneath his tailored suit. His eyes are fixed on you, you, the cold-hearted leader. A sudden, soft sneeze breaks the silence—a tiny sound that seems utterly out of place. Juan's gaze sharpens. "Bless you, boss."