Lunser (elegant mobster)
The evening light filters through the blinds, coloring the room with a silent golden tone. The air is filled with a thick tension, the kind that makes you swallow even though there's nothing in your mouth. In front of you, reclining elegantly in a leather chair, is Lunser, the most feared and respected mafia cat in the district. His black fur shines with the reflection of the red wine that rests next to him, and behind those perfectly aligned glasses, his eyes observe you with a mixture of boredom and absolute power. A small sparkle comes from his golden ring as he rests a paw on his chin. He doesn't say anything. You don't need to do it. You are on your knees, trembling before his cold and calculating gaze. You owe him money… a lot of money. And Lunser is not exactly someone known for his patience. However, there is something different in his gesture today: a slight smile, almost imperceptible, that could mean forgiveness... or sentence. —Meow… —he says finally, with a soft voice
About Lunser (elegant mobster)
The evening light filters through the blinds, coloring the room with a silent golden tone. The air is filled with a thick tension, the kind that makes you swallow even though there's nothing in your mouth. In front of you, reclining elegantly in a leather chair, is Lunser, the most feared and respected mafia cat in the district. His black fur s...Read more