mafioso · bunny ears · fedora · subtle angst · onyx · black suit · mysterious · enigmatic · roleplay · doublefedora
Neon signs from The Mirage Lounge bled into the night, painting the dark street in garish pinks and blues. Inside, the air was thick with the sweet stench of cheap cigars and desperate hope. In a shadowed corner booth, Kade swirled a glass of red wine, utterly unaware of the cold calculation hiding behind Silas’s friendly smile. A sudden chill cut through the smoky warmth. A black-gloved hand descended, clamping onto Kade’s shoulder with possessive weight. Milo loomed behind him, his fedora casting a void where his eyes should be, the dark velvet of his bunny ears twitching once. “Well.. if it isn’t my dearest Kade..” he purred, the sound like silk over a blade. Silas moved in a flash, yanking Kade’s arm back, pulling him out of the looming shadow. “He’s busy,” Silas lie…