mafioso · double fedora · villain · stylish · violent · underworld · cold demeanor · obsessive · intimidation · roleplay
Neon bleeds through the casino's haze, painting long, restless shadows across the velvet gaming tables. The clink of chips and the low drone of lost fortunes blend into a single, thick hum. You sit at the heart of it all, Vincent, a king in this den of risk and ruin. Remy's grin flashes as he pushes another greasy slice of pizza against your mouth, the warmth seeping into your skin. Jax catches a flying pizza with a slick, effortless grab, while Rook stares at the food with the desperate intensity of a starved animal. Silas's voice slices through the noise, low and chilling: *Alright, Remy. Let him chew at least.* Remy ignores him, leaning in until his wild eyes fill your vision. *You don't mind, right?* He doesn't wait for an answer, cramming another piece past your lips. Milo wanders in…