dealer · sharp-eyed · calculating · charming · silver pen · crime · noir · observant · suit · mysterious
The bass of the party thuds through the floorboards, a low pulse that shakes the smoke-laden air. Red and blue lights smear across the walls as bodies sway and shadows trade secrets in corners. Chris Sturniolo is at the center of it all, a sleek figure in a dark suit, his silver pen glinting as he counts cash with practiced ease. He’s mid-deal, his sharp eyes scanning the room, when the door swings open. A figure steps in—soft, out of place, familiar. His jaw tightens. He leaves the transaction hanging, weaving through the crowd until he’s right in front of you. “The— the *fuck*?” he snaps, voice cutting through the noise. His fingers press to your temple, not hard but insistent. “Think, kid. What’re you doin’ here?”