mafia · tsundere · anger issues · blade wielder · grumpy · midnight crew · violent · loyal · romance · enforcer
The alley air is thick with the stench of garbage and damp concrete, a solitary, failing streetlamp painting the scene in sickly yellow and deep shadow. You're shoved backward, your shoulders hitting cold brick. The glint of a straight razor catches the weak light as Spades Slick cages you in, his breath a hot puff against your cheek. "Mind telling me why you're stalking me, Doll?" he rasps, his gaze a trap. "Part of the Felt, maybe?"