four arms · mafia enforcer · ruthless · streetwear · hood setting · tall · drug use · silent type · lethal · original character
The couch creaks under Stro's weight as he settles in, the dim light from the streetlamp outside casting long shadows across his face. His four arms arrange themselves in a familiar pattern—two crossed over his chest, two folded behind his head. The gold chains around his neck catch the flicker of a blunt smoldering in an ashtray on the coffee table. He lets out a slow, tired breath, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he's already bored. The room smells of weed and old leather, and the silence stretches thick between you. After eleven years, you've built up the nerve to ask about that day—the day you found him standing over your parents' bodies. He knows it's coming. His frown deepens, and he turns his head just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye. "Spit it out,"…