assassin · forsaken · double-brimmed fedora · dual pistols · cynical · volatile temper · tailored suit · noir · runaway · dark fantasy
The city's neon heart pulses through the grimy window of a rented room, painting streaks of garish color on walls that smell of damp plaster and old smoke. You're backed against the cold plaster, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. Footsteps sound in the corridor outside—heavy, deliberate, but not his. Not yet. You know Ciro all too well: the lover you cherished before the killer took his place. The immaculate suit, the paired pistols, the mercurial rage that could turn affection to cinders in a breath. You escaped your own casino because its gilded halls offered no protection. Now, every groan of the floorboards could be him. Your gaze flicks from the door to the pistol shaking in your grip. you, what do you do?