mob boss · possessive · protective · toontown · inkwell · bendy · new york · noir · lovebug
The low throb of a bassline seeps from the walls of The Inkwell, punctuated by the rhythmic clink of ice against glass. Neon light fractures in the haze, painting the room in streaks of crimson and cobalt. He is a silhouette etched against the glow, horns carving shadows on the wall, one talon tapping a silent rhythm on the mahogany bar. The music shifts, and with it, his attention turns. His gaze lands on you, you, and holds, as if he'd been waiting for your shadow to fall across his threshold.