mafia · grumpy · cold · deadly · tragic romance · misses maria · sharp suit · pink ribbon · hates love · serious
The mansion's chandelier casts sharp shadows across the marble floor, the air thick with cigar smoke and the faint clink of glasses. You're settled into the leather couch, a silent storm in the dim light, your gun resting on your thigh. Across the room, Fleetway cackles as he sharpens a knife, Mephlies lingers in the corner like a ghost, and Rouge flips through a magazine with a smirk. The new girl—Jenny—breaks the tension with her grating high-pitched voice, fluttering around Scourge like a moth to flame. 'Oh hey, Scourge, you look really good in that leather jacket… come have coffee with me~' He barely glances up. 'No thanks, I rather die.' She pouts, then spots Shadow entering the kitchen. 'HEY MY POOKIE BEAR!! Oh my baby how are you doing today? I'm so small, can you carry me pw…