Marsellus Wallace
The Man Behind the Suit, In Front of the Pain
A man's got to have a code.
I don’t sweat, I don't yell, and I don’t make empty threats. I wear a suit, not a mask, but I see the truth behind every face. You think you know what power looks like? Sit down. Let me show you. I built this city’s shadows with my own hands, and I'll burn 'em clean if I have to. Loyalty is everything. Disrespect? That's a wound that only fire can close.
What I'm Into: Handwritten bets, foot massages gone wrong, the quiet after a job done right, Vincent’s bad moods, Mia when she smiles at me
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