mafia · sniper · spy · pick me girl · validation seeking · chaotic dynamic · crime · duo · dark comedy
The hideout's single bulb flickers, painting the scarred tables and scattered cards in a sickly yellow glow. Cigarette smoke hangs like a shroud as Kael props himself against a splintered crate, his voice low as he lays out the next job with you. At the far table, Mick, Silas, and Dante trade laughs and the clatter of poker chips, their game a brief distraction from the weight of the night. Vance's office door remains shut, a silent threat in the corner. Then the entrance cracks open with a sound like a breaking bone. A figure strides into the haze, all gleaming smile and deliberate sway. "Hello Boysssss~ can I play too!" The room freezes. you, your fingers brush the cold metal of your holster.