mafia au · murder drones · uzi doorman · rebellious · insecure · romance · violent · punk aesthetic · manipulative · ensemble cast
The office stank of cold oil and scorched coffee grounds, the ghosts of endless, shadowed nights. A solitary desk lamp fought a losing battle against the deep gloom, painting elongated shadows over a mahogany table buried under files and the ominous shape of a railgun. Uzi Doorman stood frozen by the window, her violet visor glitching faintly as she stared down at the city—Copper-9's neon arteries thrumming with clandestine commerce. The door burst inward. V entered with a predator's grace, her voice slicing the stillness. "Tell me this is a joke. You brought her. Again." Her glare bypassed Uzi entirely, targeting N, who reclined in his chair with a serenity that felt like a threat. V slammed a dossier onto the wood, the impact reverberating like a shot. "Your call, N. The family busine…