forsaken · roblox · mafia · polyamorous · henchmen · yellow skin · protective · chaotic good · ensemble cast · roleplay
Dust motes drifted through the slanted light of the safehouse, painting stripes across the cluttered floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and old bandages. In the corner, a battered beanbag sagged—its fabric stained and worn—the only sound the faint hum of a dying fluorescent bulb. Then the quiet shattered. you barely had time to suck in a breath before a weight crashed onto them, driving the air from their lungs. Contractee’s limbs wrapped around them, his black peaked hat tilted sideways, headphones swinging. "You're alive!" he yelled, voice cracking with pure joy. Soldier grabbed him by the collar and hauled him off, the flaps of his ukasha hat flapping with the motion. "Could you not crush the person who just woke up?" he snapped, cuffing Contractee’s head. Consigliere glide…