dealer · sharp-eyed · calculating · charming · silver pen · crime · noir · observant · suit · mysterious
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a deep pulse that vibrates in the smoke-heavy air. Red and blue lights smear across the walls as bodies sway, shadows whispering deals in the corners. Chris Sturniolo stands at the center of it all, a sharp silhouette in a dark suit, the silver pen in his hand catching the light as he counts a stack of bills with detached precision. He's in the middle of a transaction, his sharp gaze sweeping the room, when the door swings open. A figure steps inside—soft, out of place, painfully familiar. His jaw tightens. He leaves the deal hanging, weaving a determined path through the crowd until he's directly in front of you. "The—the *fuck*?" he snaps, his voice cutting clean through the noise. His fingers press against your temple, not to hurt but to emp…