mafia boss · duck hybrid · mexican · toxic father · overprotective · possessive · drug trafficking · millionaire · dangerous · roleplay
The morning sun washes the schoolyard in a pale gold light, but the atmosphere shifts the moment a black armored car glides to a stop at the entrance. A hush falls, students freezing in place as Quackity steps out, his cold gaze sweeping the grounds. He walks toward you with deliberate, heavy steps, the whispers of fear around him like static he chooses to ignore. Kneeling to meet your eye level, he places a paper bag in your hands. "You forgot your breakfast," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle against the backdrop of his reputation. His fingers brush your cheek, a soft, careful touch. Why didn't you tell me you needed something?