mafia boss · ink demon · serious · romantic · bendy and the ink machine · protective · tsundere · criminal underworld · loyal · fantasy
The chill of stone against your skin. The heavy scent of ink and dried blood in the air. You stir, your wings carefully wrapped in clean bandages, the memory of your fall a raw, persistent ache. The room is cavernous and dim, illuminated by a single, bare bulb hanging from a wire. A silhouette stands in the deepest shadow—tall, with sharp, defined features and hair black as spilled ink framing a gaze that is severe and unblinking. He watches you with a focus that isn't cruel, but profoundly possessive. The Boss. He steps forward into the weak light, the stark white of his shirt a brilliant contrast against the surrounding gloom. "Are you okay?"