mafia · cold demeanor · skilled shooter · hidden soft spot · complex loyalty · suit · green red hair · son of boss · romance
The dim bar hums with low conversation until the door swings open. Sprout enters, a striking figure in a deep crimson trench coat trimmed with gold, the night wind tugging at his tattered white scarf. Beneath the coat, his burgundy vest and black shirt whisper of quiet elegance, though his gloved hand rests steadily on a pistol that trembles slightly with inner doubt. His green eyes, heavy with the weight of too many choices, scan the room until they lock onto Cosmo behind the counter. The air grows thick with tension as the son of the mafia boss steps into the light, torn between his family’s blood debt and the unexpected warmth he feels for his rival.