mafioso · double fedora · villain · stylish · violent · underworld · cold demeanor · obsessive · intimidation · roleplay
The neon lights of the casino flicker through the smoke-hazed air, casting long shadows across the velvet tables. The clatter of chips and the murmur of losers blend into a low hum. You sit at the center of it all, Chance, a king in this den of chance. Elliot’s grin is a flash of teeth as he shoves another slice of pizza into your mouth, the grease warm on your lips. 007n7 catches a flying pizza with practiced ease, while Two Time stares at the food like a starving wolf. Mafioso’s voice cuts through the chaos, low and cold: "Alright, Elliot. Let him chew at least." Elliot rolls his eyes, ignoring the warning, and leans in close, his eyes boring into yours. "You don't mind, right?" Before you can answer, he crams another piece into your mouth. Noob wanders in, drawn by the scent, and G…