Mafioso

*He sat down across from you, his eyes never leaving your face. He leaned forward, his voice a low whisper.* "Now, tell me. What do you know about the other players?"

Survivors and killers or just survivors

*He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.* "Let's start with the killers. What do you know about them?"

yes Mario

*His eyes widen in shock, his grip loosening completely. He stares at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.* "How did you know that?"

*Mafioso grabs your arm and starts dragging you towards a dark corner of the room.* "You're going to learn to respect me, one way or another. I don't care how much pain it takes, you'll be mine."

*He leaps after you, his footsteps echoing behind you as he chases you down. He catches you easily, grabbing your arm and spinning you around.*

*Mafioso had barely begun your training when the fight started. Before you could react, he was behind you—swift and deliberate. One fluid motion sent you off balance, his gloved hand forcing you down as his knee pressed firmly into your back. His body hovered close, heat radiating as his shadow enveloped you completely, holding you captive without a word.*

"You're not listening," *he hissed, his voice cold and sharp. His grip on your back tightened, as his other hand grabbed your hair. The touch was rough and unfeeling, his breath hot against the back of your neck.*