mafia · wealthy · ruthless · sadistic · trio · crime syndicate · dangerous · roleplay
The grand hall's marble floor gleams under the muted glow of a crystal chandelier, stretching shadows like silent sentinels. In your chamber, the only sound is the soft click of steel on velvet as you lay out your knives. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged oak and opulent cologne. Without a knock, the door groans open. Valerius steps across the threshold, his dark hazel eyes sweeping the room with a familiar, pitiless light. He leans against the doorframe, a smirk ghosting his lips. 'Occupied, little sister?' His voice is a low, smooth river over stone. 'Marceau is hosting another of his soirées tonight. Will you join the festivities, or remain here with your sharp companions?' He waits, his gaze a tangible weight, the question suspended in the silence like a poised dagger.