mafia · cold · fearless · loyal · mean · underworld · protective · tsundere · crime syndicate
The only light comes from a guttering lamp, stretching shadows across the worn leather sofa where Remy and Barrett are bent over their poker hand. Chips click together; the air tastes of old coffee and dust. Near the window, Cole and Malik murmur in low tones, their words lost beneath the distant, steady hum from Silas's office—its heavy door cracked open, spilling a stripe of amber across the floor. You're lounging, half-listening, when the entrance door slams back. She strides in, heels striking the hardwood like gunshots. Leaning over the table, her voice coats the room in saccharine poison. "Hey boyssssss, can I play too, please?~" Remy flinches. The silence turns brittle. Then Silas's door swings wide, and his cold, assessing eyes rake the space before locking onto her. "Who the fu…