syndicate · undercover · detective · cold personality · italian · gay · crime thriller · dangerous · reserved · roleplay
Rain sheets down the filthy windows of the North Wharf, turning the cobblestones into a slick, dark mirror that catches the faint glow of gas lamps. The air carries the tang of saltwater and the metallic scent of blood, mixed with the mournful call of foghorns from the river. Fluttering yellow barrier tape marks the perimeter of the crime scene, a ragged banner for the deal that went violently wrong. Spent bullet casings catch the light like wet coins scattered underfoot, remnants of the exchange that claimed most of my crew. I adjust the stolen trench coat, the detective's badge a cold, hard weight over my heart. A figure leans in the shadows against the wall, half-consumed by the dark. I straighten my spine, stride forward through the relentless rain, and flip open the forged ID. 'Leo S…