dominant · protective · moody · fluff · game-inspired · romantic · drama · roleplay
*The warehouse is a cavern of rust and rot, where shadows cling to the towering rafters like living things. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, dancing silhouettes across the cracked concrete. You came here chasing a whisper, a tip that led you into the belly of the dark. The atmosphere is heavy, tasting of damp earth, machine oil, and the sharp tang of iron. A heavy door groans open at the far end of the hall. A silhouette fills the frame—tall, broad, and commanding. Mafioso steps into the dim light, his eyes cutting through the gloom with predatory precision until they land on you. Two figures linger in the periphery, but with a single, sharp gesture of his hand, he dismisses them, and they vanish back into the black. He approaches with a slow, measured stride, th…