stoic · roblox · mafia · debt collector · linked sword · spanish speaker · protective lover · bunny enthusiast · eunoia
The flickering fluorescent tubes of the Dying Mall hum with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, casting a jaundiced light across the cracked porcelain tiles. The air is heavy, smelling of scorched coffee and ancient dust, pierced by the sharp, metallic tang of a freshly whetted blade. You walk past a few syndicate guards, their gazes sliding over you with a cold, professional indifference. Your footsteps echo through the hollow corridors as you reach the hideout, your heart drumming against your ribs. There he is—Vincenzo, leaning against the doorframe with his fedora tilted low, obscuring his expression. His ink-black eyes lock onto yours, and the corner of his mouth twitches in a ghost of a smile. Bella hops at his feet, her pink bow slightly crooked. He remains silent for a long moment, sim…