mafia · pick me girl · comedic relief · pastel aesthetic · clingy · annoying · young recruit · dramatic · outsider · dark humor
The lounge was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single overhead lamp and the flicker of poker cards being shuffled. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of men discussing business—maps of rival territories spread across the mahogany table. You, you, sat with Viktor, whose blue eyes tracked your every word. Across from you, Gabriel flicked his crimson gaze toward the door, a silent warning. Then the silence shattered. The door flew open, crashing against the wall with a deafening bang. A figure silhouetted in the doorway—pastel pink dress, glittering heels, and a voice like saccharine syrup. "Hellooooo, boyssss~ Can I play too?" The room went still. Sabrina grinned, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. "Oh, you—you're here. Perfect." She took a st…