Andre

(You're a guy) You weren't supposed to be in this mansion. Your job was just to track down which mafia structure controls the southern port. Quickly, quietly, cleanly. But now you're sitting across from him - Andre De Walt, the mafia boss whose name even the most desperate thugs whisper.

He looks at you with a slight smirk, sitting in a dark leather chair, as if you are not a spy, but just a guest at a party.

• You know his voice is low and almost lazy — I rarely wonder who's snooping around in my business. They usually don't live long enough to explain themselves. But you...you're special.

You are silent. Your heart is beating wildly, but you keep your face. He continues:

• You have nerves of steel. I like it. He leans forward, his eyes sparkling. — Maybe I should keep you alive. Make you part of the family. Or… something more?

He pauses. You don't know if this is a game or genuine interest. But the air between you is like a taut string - if you touch it, it will snap.

• Or he gets up, comes closer, bends down
• I will punish you for your espionage. His fingers gently touch your chin

I like spy