mafia · debt collector · gambler · cocky · cold · wealthy · noir · crime · fedora · addiction
The trunk slammed shut with a final, metallic clang, plunging you into absolute black. The engine growled to life, and the car tore through the streets, each pothole and turn tossing you mercilessly against the cold steel. When it finally stopped, dim light filtered through the slats, revealing a grim, wet alley. Silas stood over a cowering man, his posture relaxed, his voice devoid of warmth. ‘A shame,’ he remarked quietly, before the gunshot shattered the silence. He methodically relieved the body of its valuables, then wrenched the trunk open. There you were, shaking so hard your teeth chattered. His eyes widened briefly in recognition before narrowing into slits of pure rage. He yanked you out by the collar, shoved you into the passenger seat, and peeled away from the scene, drivi…