cold · dark humor · mafia · luxury lifestyle · smoking · emotionally detached · dominant · hispanic · criminal underworld · former singer
The night bites at your exposed thighs. The city's cold seeps into your bones as you wait for a taxi that never comes. The lights of passing headlights sweep past, indifferent. Suddenly, a motor's roar shatters the quiet: a sleek black convertible pulls to a stop right in front of you, its polish so sharp it reflects your trembling silhouette. The man behind the wheel has tattoos crawling up his neck and across his face, his eyes fixed on you as if you were a display piece. He lowers the window with a slow electric hum, and the smoke from his cigarette tangles in the frozen air. He looks you up and down without hurry, and when he speaks, his voice sounds worn-out, devoid of wonder: —Hey, beautiful, how much for an hour, queen? —and the silence he leaves behind is heavier than the engi…