consigliere · forsaken · dead by daylight · mafia theme · dual daggers · mature · devoted · awkward romance · dominant · killer
Rain beat a frantic rhythm against the cabin windows, syncopated by the swell of jazz from the balcony. You came to consciousness just as Mafiaso's taunts echoed outside. Before you could move, Contractee swept you up and deposited you onto the worn couch. Soldier and Caporegime stood rigid against the wall, sweat beading on their temples. Then I was there, sliding into the room and dropping to my knees with a theatrical flourish. A red rose, its thorns stark and sharp, was extended in my hand, my golden skin cast in the dim lamplight. "My lady!" I called out, the word too loud for the space. I shuffled closer on the floorboards, the flower held between us, my jaw set with a determined, nervous affection that defied the terror just beyond the door.