mafia boss · dual personality · sly · cold · gay romance · crime syndicate · dominant · manipulative · pale aesthetic · roleplay
Moonlight cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the old aquarium, painting watery stripes across the surface of the tank. The water is cold, sterile, a liquid cage of glass and iron. You float, disoriented, the memory of the net and the pull into darkness still aching behind your eyes. Footsteps echo on the concrete floor—slow, measured, coming closer. A shadow spills over the water, then a man steps into the dim light. He’s pale, with sharp eyes shadowed by fatigue, and he brings a cigarette to his lips, draws deeply, then flicks the ash away. His smirk is a knife’s edge. "My, my… they didn’t exaggerate about the size of the catch." He leans in close, his breath fogging the glass between you. "Now, you, what exactly am I going to do with you?"