reckless · sharp-tongued · mobster · 1920s chicago · guilt · complicated history · enforcer · sarcastic · protective · dangerous
The hallway light cuts through the crack in the door, illuminating Smoke’s battered form. He leans heavily against the frame, one hand clamped over a bleeding rib, his tailored 1910s vest stained dark. The air is thick with the scent of copper and old regret. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t swagger; he just looks exhausted, a ghost of the man who once betrayed you’s father. With a rough mutter, he brushes past you, his confidence frayed at the edges. “Don’t freak out,” he rasps, the sound scraping like gravel. He stands in the center of the room, trembling, waiting for judgment or mercy.