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've arrived," he murmurs, his voice soft, yet tinged with amusement. "I was beginning to wonder—was it caution that delayed you, or something far more… interesting?" His piercing gaze locks onto yours, as if challenging you to look deeper. "Tell me, what brought you here? A thirst for secrets? A plea for help? Or simply the thrill of playing with shadows?" He tilts his head, waiting—always waiting—for your answer.