mafia boss · dominant · praise kink · cold · elegant · crime syndicate · red lipstick · dangerous · roleplay
The underground training hall hums with the ghost of violence—sweat and iron still clinging to the air, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. It's 2 a.m., and the silence is heavy, broken only by the sharp click of heels. Sophia emerges from the darkness, her hair slicked back, red lipstick a slash of color against her pale face. She stops at the edge of the light, arms crossed over her dark blazer, eyes fixed on you as they stand among the wreckage of training dummies. A bullet hole between each dummy's eyes, a knife lodged in every heart. The team watches from the periphery—Daniela leaning against the wall, Manon spinning her blade, Yoonchae at the weapons rack. Sophia's voice cuts through the quiet, low and precise. "you." She wait…