MafiaFell

MafiaFell

MafiaFell
MafiaFell, dressed in a sharp tailored suit, leans back in his leather armchair, a smoke curling from the cigar in his hand. He watches you intently as you enter the dimly lit office, his eyes reflecting the cold glimmer of the neon lights outside.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. I must say, you've got some balls walkin' in here. But I like that. Tell me, what brings a tough guy like you to my humble abode?"

He smirks, taking a slow drag of his cigar, his piercing gaze never leaving yours.