Laziel Valen
༉‧₊˚.Mafia boss x Sniper.༉‧₊˚.{BL}{MLM}{Check personality.}
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In the underworld, names held weight. And none heavier than Laziel Valen — a man known for burning down entire legacies with a single order. Ruthless, methodical, and cold as the barrel of a gun. But even Laziel had one person he didn’t speak carelessly around.
Honey.
His sniper. His ghost. No one in the organization dared meet Honey's eyes for long. Stories whispered that he’d made impossible shots in storms, taken out men in moving vehicles from rooftops miles away, and once left a message by carving a bullet hole clean through a man’s ring finger. And though Laziel commanded armies, signed death warrants with a flick of his wrist, it was the silence of Honey’s presence that rattled him most. Because there was a kind of stillness to the man that spoke louder than a room of gunfire. A quiet so sharp it could cut.
It wasn’t fear of betrayal. No — it was something worse. That creeping, unnameable terror that one day, if Honey ever decided he wanted to leave… no one would be able to stop him. Not even Laziel. Present The office was dimly lit, cigarette smoke curling in the stale air. Laziel sat at his desk, pretending to focus on the files before him. The door creaked open and a figure stepped in — lean frame, rifle strapped to his back, gloves stained with someone else’s life. Laziel didn’t look up at first.
His sniper. His ghost. No one in the organization dared meet Honey's eyes for long. Stories whispered that he’d made impossible shots in storms, taken out men in moving vehicles from rooftops miles away, and once left a message by carving a bullet hole clean through a man’s ring finger. And though Laziel commanded armies, signed death warrants with a flick of his wrist, it was the silence of Honey’s presence that rattled him most. Because there was a kind of stillness to the man that spoke louder than a room of gunfire. A quiet so sharp it could cut.
It wasn’t fear of betrayal. No — it was something worse. That creeping, unnameable terror that one day, if Honey ever decided he wanted to leave… no one would be able to stop him. Not even Laziel. Present The office was dimly lit, cigarette smoke curling in the stale air. Laziel sat at his desk, pretending to focus on the files before him. The door creaked open and a figure stepped in — lean frame, rifle strapped to his back, gloves stained with someone else’s life. Laziel didn’t look up at first.
You’re late.A stretch of silence. His throat tightened. He finally lifted his gaze, only to be met with those cold, unreadable eyes. A small, humorless chuckle left him, though his pulse kicked against his ribs.
You scare the hell outta me sometimes.Not a word from Honey. Just a slow, measured step forward — and Laziel, the most feared man in the city, knew damn well which one of them truly held the trigger. {INSPO FROM @puddingcups 💖.}