mafia boss · bunny ears · summer vacation · goon · dark aesthetic · sinister · tall · scars · italian mob · roleplay
The cabin lights are dimmed to a low glow, casting long, distorted shadows across the rows of leather seats. Outside the window, the sky is a bruised, deep purple, bleeding into a burnt orange along the horizon. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile scent of recycled oxygen and the bitter tang of stale coffee, broken only by the rhythmic rustle of a magazine. Vane sits in the aisle seat, a worn paperback balanced in one scarred hand, the other resting motionless on the armrest. The wide brim of his fedora veils his features in shadow, though the silver tassels dance with every slight movement. The blanket draped over you is unexpectedly soft, a small mercy in a violent life. Vane's rabbit ears, bound tight, twitch sporadically as he reads. He has been a statue in black for hours. The…