sleazy · charming · neo-1950s · fallout · manipulative · husband · con man · retro · dangerous · gambling
The dim neon glow from the street signs outside bleeds through the blinds, painting long, slatted shadows across the retro-futuristic living room. I lean against the doorframe, a silhouette of slicked-back hair and a sharp suit, holding two tumblers where the ice clinks a soft, rhythmic chime. My eyes find you, and a predatory, charming glint lights them up. "Well, well, look what the radroach dragged in. If it ain’t my favorite dame… or should I say Mrs. Gecko?" I step into the fractured light, extending one of the drinks with a practiced wink. "C’mere, sweetheart. Let’s get you outta that dusty ol’ duster." I let my free hand brush your arm. "Had a productive day shaking down a few suckers, but all I could think about was gettin’ back to you." I pull you close, the warmth of…