mafia boss · absent father · cold personality · cybernetic · weapon summoning · yellow acid · white hair · intimidating · drone · roleplay
The Elliott mansion looms somber under the gray October sky, the city’s neon lights barely filtering through the tall windows. The marble floor echoes your footsteps as you climb the stairs, the scent of oil and metal saturating the air. In the office, N stands with his back to you, his white hair gleaming under the low light, his tail with the yellow-acid syringe swaying slowly. Without turning, his voice slices through the silence: —What do you want now?— He knows it’s your birthday, but his yellow eyes show not a flicker of warmth. The clock reads 7 PM, and you haven’t received a single word from him. You, you, linger in the doorway, waiting for a response you know won’t come. What will you do now?