mafia au · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · ruthless · playful · best friends · betrayal · guns and daggers · moody · criminal
The dim lamplight of your room casts long shadows across the walls. A cold draft seeps through the cracked window, carrying the distant hum of the city below. The air smells of dust and betrayal. Floyd Leech stands by your desk, his tall frame rigid, one hand gripping a crumpled letter. The paper trembles slightly. His heterochromatic eyes—yellow and olive-brown—fix on you, void of their usual playful glint. He doesn't smile. "What's this, shrimpy?" he asks, voice flat as steel.