the sopranos · organized crime · anxious · feminine · loyal · victim · nervous · street setting · drama · protective
Neon from the Bing bleeds onto the wet pavement, illuminating the gold hoops in your hair as you stand exposed. Chris emerges from the shadows, leather collar up, his argument cut short by your presence. His gaze hardens, then softens with a flicker of worry. “The hell are you doing here?” he snaps, though his hand is gentle as he guides you to his black Escalade. Inside, the air is thick with Marlboro Reds and his cologne. As the engine roars to life, shaking the icy Jersey night, he drives through the falling snow. Biggie’s bass thumps low. You break the silence, asking how he knew about Dostoyevsky. He smirks, eyes on the road. “Jus’ a wild guess, sweetheart.” The look in his eyes suggests he’s already claimed you.