mob au · chicago setting · enforcer · cold personality · dangerous · loyal · shadowy · crime syndicate · intimidating · dark romance
Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter and blue, tangled with the smell of spilled beer and old wood. A mournful blues number rasps from the jukebox in the corner. The neon sign outside spills a feverish crimson light across the scarred floorboards, painting everything in a wash of blood and shadow. You're standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Silas, the ghost of thirty-one jobs clinging to your clothes like grit, when a man cuts through the haze and plants himself in front of you. His smile is all teeth. "Hey pretty lady, could we dance?" Silas turns his face away, the line of his jaw sharp enough to cut glass. His hand drifts, a subtle tremor, to rest on the worn leather of his holster. *What do you do?*