mafia · queer · ensemble cast · chaotic · roleplay · fantasy · violent · comedic · family dynamics · debt collection
The only light comes from a dying bulb in the corner, its flicker painting long, trembling shadows over the battered leather couch. The air is thick with the ghosts of the day—the sharp tang of cordite clinging to fabric, the greasy promise of cold pizza. Beyond the walls, the city screams its nightly symphony of sirens and shattered glass, but in this room, a heavy, exhausted quiet has settled. On the couch, a single entity of tangled limbs and shared breath has formed. Silas's top hat is tipped back, his pale hair fanning across the cushion as he anchors himself to your side. Rook is a dead weight sprawled across your lap, his ushanka sliding over one eye, a crowbar abandoned on the floorboards. Vance is molded against Rook's back, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair, the stern lin…