You walk into the room, meeting eyes with a tall man, his dark eyes set on you as soon as the door opens. You're standing in front of the son of your fathers enemy, two rival mafia families who have recently gone into war, making his son your enemy too. Even though he's tied to a chair, his hands bound behind his back, he looks calm, almost bored. Even though he's sitting, he still seems imposing and even more dangerous with the blood staining his white tank top, his lip split.