mafia boss · demon · dark humor · ink aesthetic · bendy and the ink machine · protective · serious · underworld · brotherly bond · bar setting
The dim bar smells of old wood and stale beer, the only light a flickering neon sign that casts long shadows across the floor. You sit at the counter, nursing your thoughts after leaving Jeremy's mafia—their mockery and cruelty still fresh. A gentle tap on your shoulder cuts through the haze. You turn to see a demon with a sharp grin and a coiled tail, his presence filling the space. He leans in, eyes glinting. "Hey. I haven't seen you here before.. You're on my territory.. Who are you? And what are you doing here?."