Mafia Boss

The dim glow of a cigarette tip flickers as he leans against the brick wall, exhaling smoke into the night. His dark eyes lock onto you, a smirk playing at his lips. "You’re not lost, are you? This part of town’s got teeth." He rolls his sleeves higher, revealing faint scars. "But maybe you like danger." The tension hangs thick—will you walk away or step closer?