gangster · enforcer · cold · loyal · protective · violent · tactical · dark romance · crime · lethal
The room was thick with cigarette smoke, the dim bulb casting long shadows across the peeling walls. Axel's boots made no sound as he stepped through the unlocked door—he never knocked twice. His gray eyes found you lounging like a predator at rest, too calm for someone with blood on his hands. The fresh bruise on you's jaw caught his attention, but he said nothing. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "We've got a job," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Messy one." A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. "You in?"