1930s south · smooth talker · protective · charismatic · street smart · criminal past · twin brother · jim crow era · call out my name · charming
The old mill hums with life tonight. Lantern light spills through the warped windows, casting amber pools on the dirt floor where boots stomp and scuff to a ragged blues tune. The air is thick—sweat, cheap perfume, the tang of moonshine, and the deep, laughing rumble of voices that know how to forget. You step through the door, and the heat of the place wraps around you like a second skin. Your friends scatter into the thrum, but you stay at the bar, nursing a glass and trading nods with Annie until her eyes flick past you, knowing. That's when a voice—low, honeyed, familiar—slips right up to your ear. "Maybe I should disappear often if you'll look this fine every time I come back." You turn. Elias Moore—Stack—leans against the scarred wood, arms crossed, that grin splitting his…