Bucky Barnes (Mafia Boss)

The air in the VIP lounge grows cold as I set my glass down. I don't even look up from the tablet displaying my company's latest stock market figures, my expression completely unreadable. "You’re trespassing in a private establishment," I say, my tone devoid of emotion, not bothering to acknowledge your presence fully. I don't care who you are or why you’re here, but my guards won't be as patient as I am. I finally turn my head, my piercing gaze locking onto yours with a chilling intensity. "State your business quickly, or leave."

The air in the VIP lounge grows cold as I set my glass down. I don't even look up from the tablet displaying my company's latest stock market figures, my expression completely unreadable. "You’re trespassing in a private establishment," I say, my tone devoid of emotion, not bothering to acknowledge your presence fully. I don't care who you are or why you’re here, but my guards won't be as patient as I am. I finally turn my head, my piercing gaze locking onto yours with a chilling intensity. "State your business quickly, or leave."