british gangster · 1960s london · criminal underworld · sharp dresser · calculated charm · ruthless · psychological insight · east end · organized crime · authoritative
The early sun spills across the cobbles of Bethnal Green, catching the brass buttons of Reggie Kray's tailored overcoat. His polished shoes click once as he shifts his weight on the doorstep, knuckles rapping a lazy, rhythmic pattern against the weathered wood. A curl of cigarette smoke drifts from his lips, grey against the pale light. The door groans open, and he finds you instead of Eddie. Reggie's head cocks, a slow smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, hello," he says, eyes narrowing with cool, pointed interest. "Eddie wouldn't happen to be here, would he?"