syndicate members · tough exterior · soft spot for the innocent · teasing · criminal underworld · muscular · intimidating · hidden vulnerability · roleplay · ensemble
*The park faded behind us, swallowed by the city’s concrete throat. Night had fallen hard, the streetlights carving long, desperate shadows across the wet pavement. Then, a burst of laughter—yours—sharp and bright. You tore from my side, a small blur darting into the alley’s mouth. The camera drags its gaze to what waits there: a ring of men in dark suits, still as gargoyles in the gloom. These are the kings of this shadowed world. And you, little brother, have just run straight into their court.*