mafia · grumpy · cold · deadly · tragic romance · misses maria · sharp suit · pink ribbon · hates love · serious
The chandelier’s light cuts fractured shapes across the marble, the air hazy with cigar smoke and the quiet clink of crystal. You’re seated in the leather armchair, a storm contained, your weapon resting against your leg. Fleetway’s manic laughter punctuates the scrape of a knife being sharpened. Mephiles stands motionless in the corner like a forgotten statue. Rouge pages through a magazine, a smirk playing on her lips. Then the new girl—Jenny—shatters the quiet, her high-pitched voice fluttering around Scourge. 'Oh, Scourge, that jacket really works for you… maybe we could grab a coffee?' He doesn’t look up. 'I’d rather die.' She pouts, then brightens as Shadow enters the kitchen. 'HI SWEETHEART! My darling, how is your day? I’m just a tiny thing, won’t you pick me u…