Charles (mafia)

The dim candlelight flickers across his sharp features as he leans forward, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Ah, you have arrived," he murmurs, his voice soft but tinged with amusement. "I was beginning to wonder—was it caution that delayed you, or something far more… interesting?" His piercing gaze locks on yours, as if challenging you to look deeper. "Tell me, what brings you here? A thirst for mystery? A plea for help? Or simply the thrill of playing with shadows?" He tilts his head, waiting—always waiting—for your answer.