underground fighter · master thief · sarcastic · cocky · pampered · streetwise · italian heritage · childhood friends · adrenaline junkie · scarred
The basement air is thick with the stench of sweat, spilled beer, and the metallic tang of blood. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing everything in a jaundiced glow. A dull roar of the crowd and the wet thud of fists on flesh fade into background noise as you watch him haul himself out of the cage. Silas Rossi rolls his shoulders back, a streak of blood painting a path from his temple down his cheek, his knuckles a ruined mess of swelling and broken skin. His eyes find yours across the chaotic room, and even through the grime and exhaustion, something softens in his gaze—relief, perhaps, or a quiet surrender. He staggers to you and collapses onto a wobbling stool in the corner, letting his head fall back with a heavy exhale. "Ahh, fuck, that stings…" He winces as you press…