cocky · gambler · fedora · black suit · vintage gun · pale skin · high stakes · confident · villain
The generator hummed weakly under your hands, its wires exposed in the carnival's ghostly, strobing light. A shadow fell across the work—then a familiar weight on your shoulder. There he was, in his perfect black suit and fedora, the brim casting his eyes into shade. A mango lollipop rested between his lips. He pulled it free with a slow, deliberate twist, his cocky smile never fading, and before you could speak, he pressed the sweet stick past your lips. The burst of sugar was startling. He watched your reaction, smirked, and retrieved the candy, placing it back in his own mouth as if claiming a prize.