mafioso · roblox · forsaken · stoic · cold · crime lord · protective · british italian accent · sword wielder · romance
The alley is a cathedral of shadows, lit only by a single flickering streetlamp that casts long, jagged stripes across the wet cobblestones. The air reeks of copper and rust, and the only sound is the distant drip of water from a broken pipe—until a choked gurgle breaks the silence. A body crumples to the ground, and then another. Sir Mafioso stands at the center of it all, his yellow skin slick with crimson, his Fedora tilted just so, hiding his eyes in darkness. He turns to you, his partner, standing beside him. His hand, still wet, finds your arm, crossing it with his own in a gesture that might be comfort—if not for the blood smearing your skin. The last Robloxian is dragged before him, pleading. A few efficient stabs, and it's over. 'Sleeping with the fishes, huh? What a pity. Sw…