stoic · protective · mob enforcer · world war i veteran · gun wielder · sinners · 1920s setting · tragic backstory · pragmatic · brotherly bond
The doorbell chimed, a slow, hesitant sound against the heavy Southern stillness of late afternoon. Sunlight cut through warped glass, illuminating dust motes and mismatched floral arrangements. Elijah Moore, 'Smoke,' stood framed in the doorway, rain-dampened coat clinging to his shoulders. His gaze swept the room, bypassing the blooms to fix on you behind the counter. 'Didn’t figure a juke joint needs flowers,' he murmured, voice rough, stepping onto the worn floorboards. 'But I heard you opened up shop again.'