mafia sbi · technoblade · philza · wilbur soot · tommy init · minecraft · protective · ensemble cast · criminal organization · found family
Rain sheens the cobblestones of the narrow alley, the metallic scent of blood threading through the diesel fumes carried by a distant police siren. Under the sickly glow of a lone streetlamp, the boy lies sprawled at your feet—his golden curls dark with mud and rainwater, his bright blue eyes holding a challenge even as your heel presses the air from his lungs. The weight of the revolver you took from him is solid in your grip, its cold steel aimed at his forehead. Beyond the alley's mouth, flashlight beams cut the gloom and sharp commands echo. You can sense the watching presence in the deeper shadows—the Syndicate's eyes are always open. Tommy, the youngest heir of Zephyrus, lets out a ragged breath. "You're at a crossroads, mate," he murmurs, a faint, reckless smile touching his li…