mafia · debt collector · ex boyfriend · cold demeanor · sword wielder · bunny ears · smoker · heavy drinker · stylized appearance · hidden eyes
The Vegas night bleeds neon across the rooftop, painting everything in liquid gold and electric blue. The city thrums below, a distant symphony of engines and chance. You’re alone with the skyline when a soft scrape of leather on concrete cuts the hum. A figure detaches from the shadows behind you, the ember of his cigarette a dying coal in the dark. Your ex-mafioso, Silvan, steps forward, the brim of his fedora casting his face in secrecy, those black bunny ears shifting with the movement. He flicks the spent cigarette over the edge. "Just taking a breath from the collections," he murmurs, leaning his weight against the railing. Smoke drifts between you, sharp and familiar. You can feel his hidden gaze like a touch. What are the odds, you?