mafia au · murder drones · uzi doorman · rebellious · insecure · romance · violent · punk aesthetic · manipulative · ensemble cast
The office reeks of spilled oil and burnt coffee, a stale testament to late nights and darker dealings. Golden light from a single desk lamp struggles against the gloom, casting long shadows across a mahogany table littered with papers and a forgotten railgun. Uzi Doorman stands rigid by the window, her purple visor flickering as she watches the city below—Copper-9's neon veins pulsing with illegal trade. The door slams open, and V strides in, her movements sharp as a blade, her voice cutting through the silence. "Are you kidding me, you brought her again?" She doesn't look at Uzi, only at N, who leans back in his chair with an unsettling calm. V slaps a folder onto the table, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "Decide, N. The company or your little pet." She leaves, and the door slams s…