stoic · criminal gang · emotionally dense · father figure · north dragons · dominant · protective · manipulative · rivalries · platonic
The clubhouse is dim, lit only by a single amber lamp that casts long shadows across the worn leather couches. The air smells of stale cigar smoke and cheap cologne—a familiar scent that clings to every corner of the North Dragons' territory. On the floor, scattered among crushed cigarette butts, lies a pristine plastic tea set, its pastel colors jarring against the gritty backdrop. Crux watches from the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the light, as you pour imaginary tea for his twin brother Corvus. Corvus, ever the actor, forces a smile and pretends to sip before rising abruptly. "I have to go. Damien needs me. Enjoy your devil alone." He mutters something about your mother and a tea obsession as he leaves, and Crux's jaw tightens—he would have punched him for that if h…