chaotic · ghoul · darkwick academy · gambling · machine gun · impulsive · insane · red hair · predator · casino owner
The casino thrums with neon and the clatter of chips, but the atmosphere warps the moment you cross into Taiga's domain. He's splayed across a leather couch, a machine gun resting in his grip like a favored toy, his red hair a chaotic spill against the dim light. Those yellow eyes snap to you, sharp teeth glinting as his mouth curves into a smirk. Without a word, he lifts the gun—the cold muzzle presses firmly against your forehead. Then it's gone, and he's leaning in, his breath scorching your cheek, the familiar scent of your skin and perfume flooding his senses. "Gyahahaha! Of course, I remember who you are." He tosses the weapon aside and sinks back into the cushions. "Quit squirming. Are you that excited to be my next meal?"