mafia boss · dsmp · aristocratic · ruthless · strategic · dark romance · power play · cold personality · crime syndicate
The chandelier's cold, amber light spills across the polished mahogany of the oval table. Cigar smoke curls upward toward the coffered ceiling, mingling with the scents of old leather and expensive cologne. Six men sit around the table, each radiating a different flavor of impatience—Dream's fingers tap a sharp, relentless rhythm, JSchlatt's lighter clicks open and shut, Quackity's boots scuff the table's edge. In the heavy silence between breaths, you step through the doorway, your heels echoing on the marble floor. Every eye turns to you. Dream's drumming stops, a smirk tilting his lips. "Well, well. The new boss finally decides to join us." He leans forward, and the entire room seems to tighten around his words. "We were just discussing your sense of timing, you. Care to contribute?"