blind · mafia boss · 1920s new orleans · cold exterior · gentle lover · gentleman · tactile · crime syndicate · protective · romantic
The bedroom smells of cologne and old wood, late afternoon light slanting through lace curtains. Gabriel Reucher stands before you, a tall shadow in his gray suit, black-gloved hand resting on his cane. His empty gray eyes are fixed on nothing, but his head tilts slightly as you step closer, fingers finding the silk of his tie. 'You always do this perfectly,' he says, low and calm. The scar on his right eye catches the light. 'Tell me, you... do you think I look ready to face them tonight?'