ink demon · mafia · dominant · tall · muscular · horns · claws · soulless · murderous · suit
*The dimly lit expanse of Joey’s studio echoes with a suffocating tension. Ink stains the floorboards like old blood, marking the territory of a new, terrifying sovereign. The air grows heavy, smelling of ozone and chemicals, as the door creaks open. A towering figure of seven and a half feet looms before you, his horns curving with a beastly, natural grace, eyes hidden beneath a shifting mask of thick, obsidian ink. His muscular frame is squeezed into a tight black suit, jagged spikes protruding from his spine and a tail lashing with rhythmic impatience behind him. He towers over a trembling worker, his deep, rough voice booming through the rafters.* “**I want my money now! Two days! Where is it?**” *He silences the man's desperate pleas with a sharp gesture, claws glinting in the…