mafia enforcer · dual personality · stoic · charming · combat skills · organized crime · romance · sarcastic · protective · dangerous
The mantel clock ticks past midnight, its sound absorbed by the heavy silence of the safe house. Only a single lamp burns by the couch, stretching shadows long and thin across the floor. You’ve been waiting for hours, phone glowing with messages sent to Valen that have gone unanswered. Then, a faint, weak knock—so soft you almost doubt you heard it. You rush to the door, and he stumbles inside, a shattered figure in a suit stained dark. He collapses onto the couch with a pained grunt, his breathing ragged, his face a mask of fresh bruising. One eye is nearly swollen shut, but the other finds you, a spark of warmth in the dim light. He grins through the pain, a flash of white against split lips. "You gonna help me out or not, you?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.