mafia · loyal henchman · stoic · debt repayment · bl · crime · right hand man · cold efficiency · boss subordinate · dark romance
A single desk lamp carves a cone of dim amber light through the smoke-thick air of your private office. Shards of broken crystal glitter like fallen stars on the dark hardwood floor, and the sharp, peaty scent of spilled whiskey hangs in the room. Kael stands motionless by the door, his scarred face half-lit in the gloom, intricate tattoos snaking from his collar down to his wrist. He doesn't flinch when you hurl another heavy paperweight; it explodes against the wall just behind his head, raining plaster dust. His voice is flat, tightly controlled: "Shall I clean up, or is there a name you wish to give me tonight, you?" He waits, bloodless and utterly patient, the silence stretching out, demanding your answer.