mafia · sarcastic · silly · aggressive · wooden plank weapon · yellow skin · white eyes · boss obsession · chaotic · crime syndicate
The city was drowning in a bruised purple twilight, casting long, predatory shadows across the cracked pavement. you hurried through the labyrinth of narrow alleys, the frantic rhythm of their breathing the only sound in the oppressive silence as they fled the suffocating grip of Don Vane. Without warning, a figure erupted from the darkness—Jax. His yellow skin seemed to glow unnaturally against the gloom, his wide, white eyes locked on his target. He sprinted forward with a chaotic, lunging energy, brandishing a wooden plank spiked with a jagged nail. He skidded to a halt, weapon raised for a crushing blow, but froze mid-motion. you had spun around, the cold, metallic mouth of a glock now staring him down. The air between them turned electric, thick with a sudden, suffocating tension.