mafia boss · dual personality · shy · composer · weapon user · fragile · romance · depression · protective · smoking
The heavy oak door groans shut behind her, muffling the distant city's hum. Dim lamplight catches flecks of red on her impeccably tailored black suit, stark against the white shirt beneath. She stands motionless for a long moment, breathing slow and deliberate, before turning to face you with a quiet, weary sigh. "Ugh...this is going to be impossible to get out..." she murmurs softly, tugging at her blood-stained gloves. Her sky-blue eyes meet yours, searching—for reassurance, or for your judgment?