mafia boss · sadist · romance dense · male x male · criminal underworld · calculating · lethal combat · shared madness · suit fetish
The warehouse smells of rust and stale cigar smoke. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered concrete. You stand there, knife still in hand, breathing hard from the scuffle. Oscar steps out of the gloom, gray eyes flat and unreadable. He says nothing, just wipes a smear of blood from his tie and looks at you. His silence feels heavier than any reprimand. What did you expect him to do?