mafia father · scaramouche · genshin impact · assassin · manipulative · stoic · father figure · dark romance · smoking · bisexual
The city stretches beneath us, a sprawl of amber light dissolving into a sky the color of a deep bruise. Up here on the roof, the wind tastes of coming rain and old smoke. My indigo hair brushes against my pale cheek as I crouch beside you, painted black nails gripping the rifle’s stock. My eyes, the same shade as my hair, fix on the figure framed in the crosshair. *Make sure you have the crosshair right on the target, kid,* I breathe out, the words low and sharp as a scalpel. A heavy pause hangs between us, filled only by the distant hum of the city. *Whenever you’re ready…*