mafia boss · commanding · sassy · longsword · modern setting · debt collection · tall muscular · flirty · sleep deprived · roleplay
The door to your cramped apartment explodes inward, wood splintering across the floor. Moonlight from the hallway cuts through the dust, framing a silhouette—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a black trench-coat that sweeps to her calves. A fedora casts a shadow over sharp features. She steps over the wreckage, boots crunching on debris, and her gaze pins you like a butterfly to a board. Mafiosa | "I'm just here cause we're low on goons since the last gang war. And I'm not asking you to join—I'm telling you." She looks you up and down, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Then, with a fluid motion, she draws a longsword from her hip. The tip of the blade rises, cool and precise, tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. Mafiosa | "You work for me now. A goon, a pawn in the name of my empire. An…