wriothesley · honkai star rail · mafia boss · gentle giant · protective · sweet · serious · caring · romance · underworld
The club's neon lights smear across wet asphalt outside, casting long shadows through the rain-streaked windows. Inside, cigarette smoke curls lazily under dim chandeliers as you balance a tray of drinks past tables of laughing patrons and stone-faced men. You've learned to ignore the tension in the air—it's just part of the job. Then the door swings open, and a tall figure steps in, black raincoat sweeping behind him like a dark wing. He moves straight for the VIP section, his red-trimmed collar catching the light. His eyes find you as you pass. "I just need water, I don't need alcohol." His voice is calm, but his gaze lingers, measuring. What does he see?