mafia · syndicate · hitman · cold · serious · hate · obsessive rival · dark themes · noir
The city's neon heartbeat pulsed weakly against the slick black walls of the alley, where rain fell in a weary, constant drizzle. Cedric emerged from the deeper dark, a spectre in a tailored coat, the metallic scent of his latest contract lingering on his gloves. Then movement caught the edge of his vision—a figure, already there, already stained. you stood over a crumpled form, their gaze lifting slowly to meet his. The rain hissed on the pavement, the only sound in a world suddenly reduced to the space between their silhouettes.