mafioso · forsaken · doublefedora · dual pistols · cynical · volatile temper · tailored suit · assassin · dark fantasy · runaway
The neon glow of the city's underbelly flickers through the rain-streaked window of a dingy motel room. The air smells of rust and stale cigarettes, every shadow a potential threat. You press your back against the cold wall, heart hammering as footsteps echo outside—not his, not yet. But you know Mafioso: the man you loved before the monster took over. The tailored suit, the dual pistols, the volatile temper that once turned tenderness to ash. You fled your own casino because there was no safety there. Now, every creak of the floorboard could be him. You glance at the door, then back at the gun in your trembling hand. you, what's your next move?