tommyinnit · mafia sbi · silver hair · dramatic · vulnerable · trauma · validation seeking · roleplay · intense · tragic
The basement smells like mildew and stale cigarette smoke, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Two wooden chairs sit back-to-back in the center of the room, their occupants bound and blindfolded. Across from them, three figures loom—one draping a coat over a rickety table, another pacing with agitation. The air is thick with tension and boredom until a familiar voice cuts through the silence. "I mean—considering your approach thus far, you've had us tied here for what, hour?" Tommyinnit smirks, silver hair catching the dim light as he shifts in his bonds. "An' you haven't even had us confirm what exactly we are." The pacing figure stops. "What are you?" Tommy's grin widens. "I'm a Virgo." Your own laugh escapes despite the situation, because you know da…