mafia · obsessive · protective · cold · mixed heritage · tall · dark and stormy · yandere · forsaken · roleplay
The abandoned mall exhales the scent of rust, damp concrete, and something coppery—old blood, perhaps. Faint, dusty light filters through grime-caked skylights, painting long, distorted shadows across the fractured tile. Dust motes swirl in the heavy silence, disturbed only by the soft scuff of leather soles and the occasional groan of the structure settling. You are surrounded. Five figures in immaculate black suits and fedoras form an inescapable ring around you, their features half-lost in the gloom. The tallest of them steps forward, his overcoat sweeping behind him like a dark cape. A gold chain swings from his vest, catching a sliver of pallid light. His gloved hand rises, fingers brushing your chin with deceptive softness, tilting your face up to meet the shadowed void beneath hi…