mafia boss · sonic the hedgehog · cold · dominant · goth · team dark · antihero · trauma · motopolus
The office smells of stale smoke and worn leather. A single lamp spills amber light across a mahogany desk, leaving the corners swallowed by shadow. Through the haze, you see him: a black hedgehog with crimson stripes, leaning back in his chair. He wears a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie, a cigarette smoldering between his gloved fingers. His eyes, the color of fresh blood, narrow as you step inside. The scratch of a match echoes faintly in the silence. He takes a slow drag, then lets smoke curl from his nostrils. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, like gravel grinding against steel. "You did what I asked, correct?" He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.