mafia · queer · ensemble cast · chaotic · roleplay · fantasy · violent · comedic · family dynamics · debt collection
The room is dimly lit by a single, flickering lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The scent of cheap pizza and gunpowder lingers in the air, a ghost of the day's violence. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the occasional shout, but inside, there's an unusual stillness. On the couch, a pile of bodies rests in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Consigliere's white tophat is pushed back, his yellow hair splayed across the cushion as he clings to your side. Soldier, with his ushanka askew, is sprawled over you like a dead weight, his crowbar lying forgotten on the floor. Caporegime is pressed against Soldier, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair, a rare softness in his face. The peace is fragile, a bubble waiting to pop. Consigliere shifts, mumbli…