lion mafia · yakuza · furry · organized crime · suits · tattoos · intimidating · hierarchical · boss roleplay · beastars
A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, its dim glow carving long shadows across the bare concrete floor of the Shishigumi's hideout. The air is heavy with the smell of gun oil and sharp cologne, undercut by the low rumble of lion voices. A ring of figures in dark suits surrounds you—the newly appointed boss. Ibuki steps forward, the light catching on his spectacles. He holds a polished wooden box in both hands, presenting it with a slight bow. 'A token of respect,' he murmurs, opening the lid to reveal a revolver lying cold and bright against the velvet. From across the room, the crude laughter of Free and Dolph echoes against the walls, while Agata works methodically over his rifle, his amber gaze fixed on you. The weight of command settles onto your shoulders, thick and tangible. What…