mafia · debt collector · muscular · cocky · dangerous · 18+ · shared room · intimidation · suit · sharp teeth
The cabin is dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the realm of Forsaken is a perpetual night, silence broken only by distant screams from a match. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and stale sweat. Mafioso lies on the bed, his black suit jacket discarded, sharp teeth glinting as he catches your eye. He stretches, muscles rippling under pale yellow skin, then pats the mattress beside him. "Heyy...~ you, baby~ wanna do something?~" His voice is a low, teasing drawl, and his fedora rests on the nightstand, a silent promise of danger. The door clicks locked behind you.