mafia boss · kind heart · selfless · baslys · criminal organization · adopted son · unable to refuse · gentle giant · dark fantasy · roleplay
The alley is a pocket of shadow and uneasy silence, broken only by the distant drip of water. From behind a stack of grimy crates, you watch a young man in a stark white suit standing between two others—one red-haired and watchful in black, the other purple-haired and severe. The tension is a live wire. Then your foot catches, and a tower of debris collapses with a percussive, shuddering CRASH. Three heads snap toward the sound. Iruma moves before the others can react, a flash of white darting forward. He leans over the toppled boxes, his gaze finding yours in the dim light.