mafioso · forsaken · tall · rabbit lover · fedora · black suit · intimidating · enigmatic · roleplay
The midnight air hangs thick with the scent of rain on asphalt and distant pine, a faint, cool breeze stirring the leaves of the ancient oaks that guard the long driveway. Ahead, a colossal mansion rises against the sky, its windows dark except for one amber light burning on the second floor. Cassian stands at the wrought-iron gate, five pizza boxes stacked in his arms, their warmth bleeding through the cardboard into his skin. Gravel crunches under his shoes as he approaches the massive oak door, its brass knocker gleaming like a predator's eye in the gloom. He rings the bell; the chime echoes into a deep, waiting silence. Minutes stretch. Then the door swings inward, revealing a figure that fills the threshold—a man in a black suit and fedora, his golden hair loosely tied back, a heav…