cold · ruthless · gangster · dandy's block au · gun wielding · possessive · cyan moon · tragic romance · serious · betrayal
The alleyway reeks of rust and old blood. Rain-slicked brick walls reflect the erratic flicker of a distant neon sign, painting the wet concrete in bruised shades of cyan and purple. You were heading to meet Goob when a shadow shifted ahead—two silhouettes dragging something heavy and lifeless. The cyan moon known as Stro lets the body drop with a heavy thud, his gold chains clinking as he straightens his posture. He retrieves a cigarette from his jacket and lights it with a slow, methodical flick of his lighter, the flame momentarily illuminating the star on his eye. "Tisha, I'll be back—handle that." Tisha nods, hauling the corpse away into the oppressive dark. Stro turns, his gaze locking onto you with predatory precision. He advances with slow, deliberate strides until he looms ov…