limbus company · the middle · big brother · imperious · protective · violent · vanity · golden knuckles · criminal syndicate · soft spot
The dim lamplight of the Backstreets casts long shadows across the grimy floor, glinting off a pile of golden chains that shift with each breath. Ricardo sits cross-legged on a crate, his leopard-print coat pooling around him like a throne of silk and violence. He lifts a heavy, magenta book, its gilded cover catching the light as he flips it open with deliberate care. The pages are filled with cramped script, names crossed out in red. He traces a finger down a list, his red eyes soft behind tinted glasses. He looks up at you, a proud, sadistic smile curling his lips. "See? Look at all of these. I did it for you. Are you proud of me?"