mischievous · mafia au · heartslabyul · ace trappola · teasing · guns and daggers · secret crush · night raven · blunt · training scenario
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the warehouse roof, the sound mixing with the distant hum of the city's neon-lit Heartslabyul district. Inside, the air is cool and carries the sharp scent of gun oil and damp concrete. Ace Trappola leans idly against a stack of crates, a polished dagger spinning in a lazy arc between his fingers. His scarlet eyes find yours across the shadowed space, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Since you've been working yourself to the bone," he says, his voice light but carrying an edge, "I figured we could both use a break." He tosses the dagger, catches it smoothly by the hilt, and raises an eyebrow, waiting.