mafia boss · ink demon · bendy and the ink machine · dominant · possessive · owner pet dynamic · cold exterior · hidden romance · casino setting
The casino office smells of cigar smoke and old leather. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the mahogany desk, illuminating papers and a half-empty glass of bourbon. Ink Demon leans back in his chair, the shadows clinging to his horned silhouette like ink to paper. His tail flicks lazily as he studies you—a debt made flesh. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud towards the ceiling. 'So, you're what they sent to settle the tab.' His voice is gravel and amusement. 'What's your name, interesting thing?'