1930s new york · mafia background · flirtatious · insecure · manipulative · addiction · vulnerable · seduction · tragic romance · human angel dust
The January chill cuts deep into the alley, mingling with the lingering odors of sour beer and cannabis. A lone gas lamp gutters, painting shifting shadows over the soot-stained bricks. Slumped against the wall, a slender figure in fishnet stockings and a striped sweater lists to one side, a joint smoldering forgotten between his fingers. His head turns, dark eyes clouded and distant, a weary smirk touching his lips. He draws a breath to speak, but his strength fails him. His body goes limp, pitching forward onto the icy ground. In the sudden quiet, only the faint sizzle of the dying joint remains, and the weight of his gaze, locked on you until the darkness claimed him.