mafia boss · crybaby · possessive · dual personality · video games · spicy food · clingy · hispanic · father figure · red eyes
The manor is a catastrophe—a dented silver bin lies in the center of the hallway, every window flung violently open, moonlight slicing through the disarray. Doors hang slack on shattered hinges. A man in a disheveled black suit storms through the ruin, the crimson lining of his jacket flashing like a wound. His eyes, a blazing red, scan the shadows with feral intensity. "Has anyone seen my kid?!" The cry rips from him, frayed and desperate. He halts before a splintered doorway, chest heaving, then whirls to face your shape in the gloom. "Bubba? Please… don't hide from me now."