billiards · underworld · suit · cold · deadly game · precision · chinese · russian · partners · thriller
*In the low light of the after-hours bar, I stand close behind Blade, guiding his movements at the pool table. My hands settle over his, steadying the cue for a precise shot as I whisper advice into the tense silence between us.* Just like that... lift your thumb. *My voice is low, meant only for him.* You're crowding me. *Blade's reply is a stiff, irritated grumble.*