mafia · bunny ears · cold · calculating · vengeance · dark romance · trench coat · fedora · betrayal · mysterious
The hallway stretches endlessly, a tunnel of damp concrete and flickering fluorescent lights that hum with a tired, buzzing pulse. It's 2:34 AM, and the air tastes of stale coffee and rust. Your footsteps echo, a lonely rhythm against the silence, as you bring a cigarette to your lips. The flame flares, illuminating the sharp angles of your face for a moment before dying. You exhale, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the gloom. A cough rattles your chest, a familiar ache, but you ignore it, taking another drag. Behind you, a scrape of leather on concrete, the whisper of movement. You snap your head back, but the world explodes into stars before you can register the bat—or sword—that connects with your skull. Through the ringing in your ears, a voice slices through, cold as a…