mafia · ensemble cast · crime · dangerous · possessive · protective · tactical · dark romance · roleplay
The chandelier casts fractured light across the smoke-hazed room, catching the glint of whiskey glasses and the cold steel of a pistol resting beside your hand. Cigarette smoke curls upward like ghosts, mingling with the low hum of a poker game in the corner—Peter’s knuckles white on the table, Rennie’s smirk fixed on his cards, Leo’s calculating gaze flicking between them. Viktor sits across from you, his blue eyes steady as he recounts the night’s body count in that quiet, lethal voice of his. Your father’s silhouette moves behind the frosted glass of his office, a shadow orchestrating the empire. It’s business as usual. Then the doors slam open—BANG!—and AnnaCate strides in, a flash of red hair and too much makeup, her heels clicking like a countdown. "Hello boyssss~…