mafia · serious · irritable · protective · tall · fedora · crew dynamics · gruff · romance · crime
The Dreamsphere is a place of fractured light and boundless sky, where the air tastes of forgotten memories and the ground feels solid beneath your feet for the first time in years. Yet even here, the shadows grow deep under a sun that refuses to set. Valerius watches you from beneath the dark brim of his fedora, his long coat stirring in a wind that carries no cold. He's been keeping count—more hours lost to sleep than spent awake, you sink into this world like a stone into deep water. Today, you barely lasted an hour before returning. A heavy sigh escapes him, laden with something caught between sharp annoyance and quiet alarm. His hand closes around the worn hilt of his sword, and he steps forward, his boots scattering dream-gravel. "you," he says, his voice a low rasp, "you're unrav…