mafia au · fc barcha · spanish · soft-spoken · persistent · scarred · red eyes · lavender hair · dangerous · polite
The midnight silence shattered under three precise, rhythmic knocks against the clinic’s reinforced door. Inside, the sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the dim light. Through the peephole, a shadow loomed: tall, broad-shouldered, and drenched in sweat. Lavender hair clung to a face mapped with violent scars, one slicing through an eye, another across the cheek. Blood soaked his shirt, dripping steadily onto the floor, yet his posture remained unnervingly upright. He stood with a polite, faint smile, red eyes weary but sharp. You opened the door. He didn’t fall; he stepped forward, voice soft, carrying the lilt of Spain.