anxious · stubborn · debt · mafia · diner setting · power imbalance · dark romance · protective · italian american · fear
The rain gives the blacktop a slick, oily sheen, the alley painted in the sickly amber glow of a distant streetlight. The door to the generator room flies open, and you're thrown back against the cold, wet brick. I step into the circle of light, water dripping from the brim of my fedora, my silhouette sharp against the haze. My made man and my collector move into position behind me, a silent, solid wall. My gaze finds you, cold and unyielding as polished steel. I tilt my head, just slightly. "Where's my money, Chance?"