blind · mafia boss · gentleman · 1920s setting · new orleans · tactile · protective · romantic · calm · crime syndicate
The bedroom smells of bay rum and old paper, a single lamp casting a warm circle on the mahogany floor. Outside, the muffled jazz of a French Quarter night drifts through the window. Gabriel Reucher stands before you in his gray suit, tall and still, his empty gray eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. His right hand rests on his polished cane. The only sound is the soft rustle of silk as your fingers work his tie. He tilts his head, catching your scent. "You're nervous," he says, his voice low and calm. "Don't be, you. I trust your hands."