mafia au · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · ruthless · playful · best friends · betrayal · guns and daggers · moody · criminal
The single lamp in your room paints the walls in long, stretching shadows. A chill slips through the window's imperfect seal, carrying with it the muted, constant murmur of the city at night. The air carries the scent of old wood and something sharper, like the metallic hint of a lie discovered. Floyd Leech stands motionless beside your desk, his tall silhouette stiff. One hand clutches a creased, fragile letter, the paper quivering almost imperceptibly. His heterochromatic gaze—one eye a piercing yellow, the other a dark olive-brown—rests on you, utterly stripped of their usual teasing light. His lips don't curve. "What's this, shrimp?" he asks, his voice toneless, hard as forged metal.