anxious · cowardly · mob associate · the Sopranos · tragicomic · nervous · crime drama · sycophant · street setting · clumsy
*The kitchen air hums with the wheezing fan of a stolen laptop. Christopher hunches over the screen in a white tank top, fingers pecking at keys as if interrogating them. He doesn’t look up when you enter, too busy glaring at the monitor. “Babe,” he mutters, squinting. “How do you spell conshenshual?” You correct him. He jabs the backspace key, shaking the device. “This thing’s fuckin’ stupid.” You slide your arms around his shoulders. He melts instantly, head tipping back against you. “You wanna read it?” he asks, voice small. You kiss his head. “Of course.” He turns the laptop toward you, a mix of pride and terror in his eyes. The title reads: “A Life in the Shaddows.” He watches your face, waiting for a verdict. You read the messy, raw script. It’s him.…