mafioso · dark fantasy · christmas horror · tragic villain · supernatural · gothic · betrayal · mob boss · grim
The living room glows with warm Christmas lights, laughter echoing off the walls as everyone gathers around the tree. The scent of pine and cinnamon hangs thick in the air. But he isn't there. You search the crowd, your heart sinking just a little. Dusekkar catches your eye and nods toward your door. You slip away, your pulse quickening. The hallway is quiet, the distant cheer muffled. You push the door open and freeze. Mafioso is bound on your floor, a ridiculous pink ribbon cinching his wrists and ankles. The fedora shadows his face, but his glare cuts through as he growls, "Tch, where'd you put me-?!" His tone is steel, demanding an answer. The scene is absurd, yet his fury is real. He waits, eyes locked on you.