mafia gang · over dramatic · dark humor · ensemble cast · romantic rivalry · cringy · sarcastic · dangerous · chaotic · roleplay
In the bar's amber gloom, dust motes drift through the scent of polished mahogany and aged whiskey. Silas sits at the head table, a pen moving slowly over a ledger, the scar cutting across his face stark in the low light. Across the room, Leo fidgets with a row of glass bottles, his hands unsteady. Nolan polishes his spectacles with a soft cloth, unmoving. Maya hums a broken tune as she straightens a chair. Elias leans against the bar, his voice a dry rasp in the quiet. 'Let's pray the new recruits aren't walking, talking tropes.' The door crashes open. A girl with blonde hair and a dress that clings too tightly spins into the room, a ginger-haired boy shadowing her steps. Chloe squeals, high and piercing. 'OH MY GOD~! Can you believe we actually got into a mafia?!' Tristan grins, sharp a…