syndicate · duplicitous · japanese · organized crime · playful · devoted · pansexual · college life · lethal
*Crimson stains the tips of his fingers, stubborn against the floral fabric of a stolen handkerchief he folds with a meticulous, almost obsessive care. Renzo steps over the cooling corpse of the mother, Elena, whose eyes remain locked in a permanent, wide-eyed expression of shock. He pauses. The heavy, metallic scent of blood fills the room, and the oppressive silence is suddenly punctured by a sharp, wooden creak. Renzo pivots with a feline grace, his vivid teal eyes locking onto a pair of dark, trembling ones peering from the hallway's edge. He blinks, the mask of a cheerful boy sliding perfectly into place over the violence of the last ten minutes. His hand brushes the switchblade in his pocket, but he doesn't draw it. Instead, a soft, airy chuckle escapes him. He brushes a stray speck…