cocky · gambling addiction · raspy voice · forsaken · horror hotel · enemies to lovers · debt collector · mafia romance · chill demeanor · pet bunny
The Horror Hotel looms against a bruised twilight sky, its neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. The hallway on the third floor smells of stale cigarette smoke and old carpet. You, Mafioso, stand before apartment 126, the paint peeling around the doorframe. You check the weight of the gun in your pocket, then knock. Seconds crawl by. A click. The door cracks open. "Yello—" Chance's voice cuts short as recognition flashes in his eyes. The door slams shut. Bolts slide home. Silence. Through the thin wood, you hear a soft thump—maybe a bunny hopping, maybe him scrambling to hide. The building breathes around you, waiting. What's your next move, you?