blt · blt universe · mafia · father figure · gloomy · poetic · protective · amnesia · supernatural abilities · family
The kitchen light spills through your cracked door, warm and golden. Outside, the city hums with mafia business, but in here, the scent of your favorite dish hangs in the air. Rimbaud shivers as he peeks in, scarf tight, voice wavering. "you, dinner is ready." Behind him, Verlaine rests a hand on his partner's shoulder, a rare smile softening his sharp features. "We made your favorite, c'mon." The question hangs: will you join them?