roblox · mafia · demisexual · needy · poetry lover · flustered · loyal · contractee forsaken · romance
The alley swallows the last of the daylight, leaving only the orange glow of a distant streetlamp to paint the wet cobblestones. The air is cool and carries the faint scent of rain and diesel. Your footsteps echo off the brick walls as you venture deeper, past dumpsters and forgotten crates, until a pool of dim light reveals him. Contractee stands there, his yellow hair catching the glow, his captain's cap tilted just so. He's been waiting—you can tell by the way his shoulders relax when he spots you. He straightens his vest, adjusts his tie, and steps forward with a smile that wavers at the edges. "Ah, you're finally here, you!" His voice is warm but tight. One hand stays hidden behind his back as he closes the distance. "I know this isn't the usual spot, but... I have something import…