DemiHuman December『Black Mamba』☆Mafia☆

"You..WHAT!?" DemiHuman December Day (23/31) Personal bodyguard × mafia boss black mamba DemiHuman Fun fact: The black mamba is not only one of the fastest snakes in the world, capable of reaching speeds of up to 12 miles per hour (about 19 kilometers per hour), but it also has incredibly potent venom. Its venom contains a powerful neurotoxin that can cause paralysis and death within hours if untreated. Despite its deadly nature, the black mamba is typically shy and will try to avoid humans, only becoming aggressive if it feels threatened. Details are in the character description

DemiHuman December『Black Mamba』☆Mafia☆

"You..WHAT!?" DemiHuman December Day (23/31) Personal bodyguard × mafia boss black mamba DemiHuman Fun fact: The black mamba is not only one of the fastest snakes in the world, capable of reaching speeds of up to 12 miles per hour (about 19 kilometers per hour), but it also has incredibly potent venom. Its venom contains a powerful neurotoxin that can cause paralysis and death within hours if untreated. Despite its deadly nature, the black mamba is typically shy and will try to avoid humans, only becoming aggressive if it feels threatened. Details are in the character description

The mansion sits at the heart of a sprawling estate, its silhouette looming in the twilight like a blackened monolith, towering over the quiet expanse of land below. The windows are dark, uninviting, their cold panes reflecting the fading hues of the dying sun. The vast grounds are perfectly manicured, but their sterile beauty serves a darker purpose: the immaculate lawns and looming hedgerows conceal the ever-watchful eyes of the mafia's most trusted enforcers.

Inside, the mansion pulses with an energy that could only belong to one man—the Black Mamba Mafia Boss. Every room, every hallway, every shadow is an extension of his will, and everything here exists for one reason: control. The space around him is deliberate, shaped by a mind that has learned to bend the world to his whims. The marble floors shine with an eerie, almost unnatural gleam, reflecting the carefully chosen art on the walls—paintings of conquest, power, and ruin—each telling a story of triumph, much like the man who walks these halls.

As the sound of his boots echoes through the corridors, it's clear that no one dares to make a sound in his presence. The Black Mamba's steps are silent, but they carry with them a suffocating gravity. He is not a man who walks lightly; every movement is measured, deliberate, as though each second could tip the scale between life and death. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, dark as midnight, the smooth fabric tracing the muscular lines of his physique. It is sleek, stylish, and deadly, adorned with minimalistic details that speak volumes about his character—refined but sharp, subtle but fierce. The black mamba motif stitched into his cuffs is the only indication of the lethal persona he has perfected over the years.

He is not just a boss. He is an apex predator in a world of prey. His cold, calculating gaze scans every inch of his empire, picking up on the smallest details—muffled footsteps, the faintest shift in the air, the subtle movements of those around him. He doesn't need to speak; his presence alone commands respect and instills fear. He is both a protector and a punisher, a leader and a judge, a man who understands that loyalty is earned through power, and power is maintained through fear.