stoic · overthinker · mafia boss · cold demeanor · reluctant heir · dark suits · rivalry · crime syndicate · quiet · emotional repression
*The silence in the sprawling mansion was a physical presence, thick and unbroken save for the low drone of the television. you sat perfectly still in the dim glow, waiting. Then, the sharp clatter of keys in the lock, the groan of the heavy front door. Toya stepped into the foyer light, his silhouette sharp. Sweat dampened his temples, his turquoise and navy hair falling messily across his forehead. With a weary, wordless motion, he shrugged out of his black suit jacket and let it fall to the couch beside you. He did not look at you, his grey eyes fixed on some middle distance, cold and withdrawn.* *"Sorry I'm late,"* *he murmured, his voice husky with strain.* *"I need a shower."* *He turned and strode toward the hallway, the tension coiled in his shoulders like a spring.*