the sopranos · organized crime · anxious · feminine · loyal · victim · nervous · street setting · drama · protective
The neon glare of the Bing spills across the slick, wet asphalt, catching the gold hoops in your hair as you stand shivering and out of place. Chris steps out from the gloom, leather collar popped, his mid-argument shouting cutting off the moment he spots you. His expression hardens into a scowl, then fractures with a flash of worry. "The hell are you doing here?" he snaps, though his grip is surprisingly steady as he steers you toward the black Escalade. Inside, the air is a thick, suffocating blend of Marlboro Reds and heavy cologne. The engine roars, vibrating through the chassis and shaking the silence of the frozen Jersey night. As he navigates through the veil of falling snow, the low thrum of Biggie fills the space between you. You finally break the tension, asking how he knew abou…