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﹒dami & francis ( @fransiscorusso ) ﹒francis' office

there had been no particular reason for dami showing up at francis' office , other than to curb the growing boredom that had settled in his bones. the streets had grown quieter , which in turn , had bled into some of his favorite bars and clubs. it was as if some unspoken agreement had rallied through the streets , that until the meeting had come and gone , they would be hiding out in the shadows. all , it seemed , except for dami.

❝ can't the meeting just be moved up ? ❞ he groaned softly , gaze focused out the window of the office. before he turned towards his brother , soft smirk taking hold , ❝ it's messing with my source of fun. ❞

#⸻ 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒐 — interaction #⸻ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 — francis russo

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Paul Mescal | British GQ | January 09, 2026 | 📷 Elizaveta Porodina

#⸻ 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒐 — visage

➜ threads . visage . connections . character study . pinterest .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

coin flips that never seem to land the wrong way , cufflinks fastened with the same precision as contingency plans , odds quietly rewritten before the first move is every made , executive office overlooking a city built on calculated risk , tailored suits concealing shoulder holsters and backup ledgers alive , contracts signed with fountain pens worth more than most salaries , polished shoes echoing down marble corridors moments before fortunes change hands , dice left on mahogany desks as paperweights , every impossible negotiation somehow ending in a handshake , the quiet confidence of someone who has already seen every outcome worth considering , whispered rumors that luck itself sits on the company's payroll

#⸻ 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒔 — introduction #ng.intro

➜ threads . visage . connections . character study . pinterest .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

liquor burning down the throat before borrowed power ever reaches the bloodstream , smoke clinging to expensive clothes worn one night too many , abilities stolen in the span of a heartbeat and forgotten just as quickly beneath another drink , the bitter taste of withdrawal mistaken for relief , strangers becoming mirrors the moment skin brushes skin , blood alcohol measured with more care than a pulse , the first drag of a cigarette silencing gifts that were never truly his , addiction masquerading as restraint , intoxication worn like handcuffs willingly locked , the unbearable clarity of sobriety when every heartbeat nearby threatens to become another power under his skin , every vice carefully chosen to keep the monster asleep , black - market pharmacies that never ask questions , pupils too blown to tell whether he's intoxicated or becoming someone else again , sedatives dissolving beneath the tongue faster than panic can spread

#⸻ 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒐 — introduction #ng.intro

➜ threads . visage . connections . character study . pinterest .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

the metallic taste of blood settling on the tongue like a victory prayer , chain - link cages rattling louder than church bells , fluorescent lights buzzing over illegal fight rings beneath abandoned warehouses , crimson dripping from cracked concrete in patterns only he can read , smoke curling through busted neon signs while rain drowns the city above , scars layered so densely they resemble scripture carved into flesh , a heartbeat synchronized with the roar of gamblers placing impossible bets , every drop of spilled blood another weapon waiting to answer its master's call , survival worn like expensive jewelry , a favorite smile worn with blood between the teeth

#⸻ 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒊 𝒔𝒊𝒏 — introduction #ng.intro

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closed starter for @inviicti ( dami ) location: a bar, north of the island

apricot had pulled up to a random dive bar a little too early on a tuesday night. which was to say, he was looking for dami, and he damn well knew where to find him. at least apricot's ears were spared from the drowning music of a club ( which ould've been his second pick if he was looking for dami ), and he hadn't needed to stroll too far from his apartment to find the man here. apricot was finding out more and more often that maybe he was just a low effort kind of person, that he couldn't muster up the courage to go too far from his front door, let alone kick up a fuss about one of the russo kids showing up on his turf.

instead, there was something leisurely to his stride as he pulled up, half-heartedly slapped a hand on the sticky bar, and scrunched his nose.

"kid," he said, held up his phone with his free hand, "what the fuck kind of app did you put on here? people keep messaging me."

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lately , it had seemed as if dami were spending more time within the sections of the north controlled by the grid , than within the west , where his own family had been hard at work. renewal was beneficial for the island , but dami had never been interested in real estate unless it came in the form of clubs , or in that particular moment , dive bars that eased the throbbing in his head.

though he'd stayed out far too late the previous night , it hadn't ( or wouldn't ) prevent him from going out the next. the alcohol , the feeling of bodies pressed against him , the drugs that would null the powers that found their way into his system. he could forget it all under the flashing lights , under the haze of a clouded mind. clouded , until the man joined him. screen illuminated on the phone that was held in front of him.

kid , dami wondered if apricot would tell him about the war.

❝ did you get any dick pics yet ? ❞ he asked , with that usual lazy smirk on his lips. ❝ are you messaging them back ? — do you not know how to flirt , is that it ? ❞