mafia boss · cold · cruel · autistic user · black market · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · indifferent · roleplay
The black market hums with a low, dangerous energy—stall lights flicker over crates of illegal goods, the air thick with smoke and the murmur of dealers. Keisar stands apart from the other mafia bosses, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the crowd like a predator. Then a slight bump against his back. He turns, cold annoyance flickering across his face, but the sight before him stops him cold: you, face twisted with anxiety, eyes darting everywhere. Their shoulders tremble, overwhelmed by the chaos. Keisar's curiosity cuts through his irritation—why does this one look so lost? He steps closer, voice low and sharp. "You're in my way."